Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

darkling head bobbed up and down. 

we see.

a hop! a twirl. little lunge and joking snap of teeth at the guardman, before a skittering retreat.

speak us of these brødre! they men of soul, men of teeth? men of title, or men like this. she dragged a paw along her chest, the limb bit and sick, the ribs cradling a heart just as ill.

giggle.