Honeyed Pasture strawberry

a grin lit him again, and apollyon set about at once searching for a meal. whether or not he got lucky for his efforts remained to be seen, but at very least he would have captured her interest in his skill.

and skilled he was, a permanent loner who had learned to feed himself in any climate or season. 

hare and rabbit were here, along with fieldmice and grass-rats. but he wanted something more impressive, and so halted only when he scented a covey of grouse in a thicket of tall grass not far from he and her.

but beyond! the thin figure of a coyote loped, and apollyon narrowed his eyes as the scavenger stopped to regard he and simbelmyne. "might spoil our hunt," he muttered. "what do you think, beautiful?"