Rising Sun Valley too metal

:o

apollyon's defiant return to the rising sun was rewarded by new fallen snow and the absence of his sable pursuer.

he stirred from a nap, whiteness falling from his insulated shoulders, and regarded the tiny black wolf who seemed to be following in his faded trail.

a woman, though his nostrils said she was not alone. not quite. apollyon crooned her way, approaching with a confident step and a flash of his teeth in a simmering grin.