Verdigris Ravine Three snakes are beginning to nest in your voicebox.

having repainted his blood-marks, zoug considered the wolf who lay among them.

she had offered no threat, nor fight. he had seen her lying weakly beside the water.

it had not been the clan male who had brought the fish, nor any food, but now he stepped lightly, dropping down from the closest shelf of redstone and approaching with green things in his teeth.

zoug said nothing. he halted and squatted and began to mix something with a sharp scent and a slimed consistency.

he had no words for it. he knew only that the crushed plants would soothe the belly and provide energy for some hours.

the ingredients were smeared upon a bone and held out to the wolf. she had no reason to trust him, but zoug knew that if s'ari roused from her early days as mother to find this one dead, her anger would echo again.