Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m] And without you is how I disappear

in this moment zoug was alive with an awareness he often controlled. he was a man of hunting instinct, of weather patterns and shifting of earth. he was not a romantic.

and yet in this there was the glowing of something that the clan had always worshipped: the unknown, burning now to be coveted in candle.

his covering was gentle; he drew their moments into elongation and let their voices meld with the sandstorm rising to the east.

zoug's single eye was soft when at last they parted.