Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

the man under the tree bent to the supine wolf, something whispered into his ears sobeille could not hear.

she placed the meal on the leaf-studded earth, her paw firmly atop it as if it had the life still to flop away.

this man’s silvery hackles were raised. he was alert, a shrewdness to his gaze sobeille assessed warily.

friend or foe? her ear twitched as she mentally navigated various past encounters for an appropriate response. she settled on friend., her gaze narrowed. who you be?