Swiftcurrent Creek Silence like a cancer grows

notice: heat

he emerged from the waters battle-kissed and hunt-caressed, great and deerlike, glistening in his glorious blackness  - but wait!

touch of muddy red. a shine like the scales of a foreign fish.

were she a reasonable woman, she would've let him slip from her eyes for lack of appeal. only purest black for the raven-brood.

yet, as she were a mad woman, with glisten of teeth and sway of tail, she emerged from the treeline to meet him.

the svartravn chuffed a greeting, toes placed on the fictitious line separating her from what was his.