Cricket Creek Bog Twice as Nice

with his muzzle still stinging from the woman's teeth at his muzzle from his mis-adventure in the hollow, poet steps with more caution. it had been a few days now, but the bite marks act as a curse to remind him ... and it's effective.

poet pauses, scenting at the air. there's a scent but it's not one of persistent presence.

confident that he was not repeating mistakes he moves thru the territory, not aiming to cross paths with the owner of the freshest scent but not avoiding her, either.