Phoenix Maplewood Rooted inside of my DNA

Unknown to him, the male pressed deeper into the undergrowth.

But the female was a streak of silver against summer bleached leaves; he watched as she loped to higher ground.

Clever girl.

Riley did not pursue. His nose spoke of no food, so there was little to be had in lingering.

He made for the thicket, trailing the scent of buck from before.