Cricket Creek Bog shadowy and vague

the sound startled him. yonder's head lifted past the feathers, then peered downward over them.

a wolf was apparently attempting to sneeze its brains out, or experience the ground's grainiest high.

as of recent, there had been far, far less of its species in the area. the two groups which once howled into the small hours of morning had ceased to do so. a welcome improvement in the neighborhood, but also unnerving.

yonder tucked his wings properly at his sides, and after subtly clearing his throat, made a caw pointed downward.