Cricket Creek Bog pomegranate

yay a lieu!

apollyon paused in the cold muck, one paw raised. poised. 

a man.

a man who had the scent of a woman on him, evidenced by the fragrances which shifted as the space between the two males decreased.

apollyon was frank in his appraisal; he had the advantage of youth, but this man was hale, scarred, surely experienced. he waved his tail once to stave off any suspicion and cleared his throat. "how's it going?"

the black eyes were cautious.