Sea Lion Shores because I could not stop for death

Pelagius stared for a time at the plums sat before him. Deep blues flicked up and down, from fruit to woman, before he bent to pluck up one of the fruits into his mouth. He spent a time chewing on it, rolling the flavors around on his tongue.

Never once did his eyes leave the woman’s own. His pupils constricted, then blew wide with every cloud that rolled over the moon. Eventually, he was finished, and the boy rolled his tongue over his lips.

My ribs are alright. He intoned slowly, wiggling his toes in the dirt.

He was beginning to smell it more. Pack lands, he was upon them. It made him almost giddy, the feeling a fox has when in a henhouse undetected. He looked around, for a time, before speaking again.

Where are we? Where did you take me to, woman with the soot dark paw?