Ocean's Breath Plateau Among the branches of swaying trees, and ocean breeze

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it was a trail for small game made by hundreds of tiny feet escaping through tall grasses to their secret hiding places. where their fat moms and dozens of babies lived in darkness. where they were hunted by the patient and the slick and slithering enemies.

but only if they made it to their warrens before teeth of faster runner clasped about cottonpuff tails.

hisher snout was red, like a messy child's, tongue flickering out to dab at tasty blood. the rabbit had been gutted, soft, slippery organs of many colors still fresh, and sticky, despite the heat of summer sun. 

it would taste best if eaten right away, so shehe dipped hisher head and parted herhis jaws to take in a mouthful of little innards-

when grass swayed in an unnatural way, like something crept through it.

heshe froze. fear was big in an instant. not of killerwhalesealionjellyfishsiren beast which shehe knew was real, but of other beast that was sometimes but rarely also a friend.

wolf. so many wolves at all times everywhere all at once. they peed on the trees and the dirt so there were very few places heshe could pee too, and they made loud long howls at times that made hackles rise up as if electrified, and they stole herhis idea and buried food so heshe had to dig fast fast fast to take a bite before someone came up and asked who are you hey wait what are you doing -

the grass trembled with approach of another.

shehe was a sculpture of fear.