Duck Lake don't tell me, just show me

reed-light thin palepelt thing. wormcoat. kvit.

the grin squished bloodclot eyes. they rolled to follow where fleshy snout pointed. dead tree.

how children of the bone-thief loved all things ill.

even her, even her.

in an arch of ribbed back she stretched into a pup's bow, ragged tail brushing the air.

then she lunged, teeth shut inches from white whiskers.

then she retreated, stifled laugh chattering teeth.

she ran past the wormpelt, brushed her encrusted shoulder and side against stiff, blank hair. behind the girl, she turned, bowed again, barked.

race us.