Verdigris Ravine Spectre

hope i'm not intruding, just poking in for this to be refrenced icly

coyotes fell, wolves remained — a war won without any battles. 

she watched atop her perch, smile forged of chaos. 

where will you go now little doggies?

would they march upon their competitors? would they flee to the east? would they fall to the sun? 

so many moves to play, but few pawns to play with. 

she let out a hoot, a clash in the warm air. 

she would watch, as she usually did. grandmaster hovering above the chessboard as the pieces played themselves.