Rising Sun Valley blueberry

the black-eyed wolf went up from the desert into the valley of the rising sun. rabbits fed the plushness of his coat, though he was not above chasing smaller scavengers from a promising bit of carrion, or robbing foxes right in their glade.

he was hale, in his prime; apollyon paused amid the scents of many overlapping wolves and called out, announcing himself as a suitor.