Morningside Cuesta tamon

a line of mud trailed along the pale fur. heda did not look at anselm, feeling foolish for — many reasons.
in silence she passed him the pieces of carcass. they could pile them along the clifftop and bring them to rivenwood by trips.
ravens alighted. the den mother rocked back on her haunches to watch them, fore-ankle to weary cheek staining even more earth there below her eye.
the clock.