Hoshor Plains I drink to the last friggin' drop.

sun had gone light was along skyrim red like blood in harefur

greyhound froze looking at wolfbeast dark shape on leaffall grass

( neck did not remembered teeth remember struggle nor escape escape )

fresh hare hung limp from mouth

words of rodyn funny silly silly came to mind

words of dreven true true came too

heshe cautious approached tail low wagging with effort

shehe stopped near but away and raised head so hare dangled obvious

a small, questioning whine.

trade?