Boartusk Heights aquí estoy, tierra de muerte

the stars blinked.

the wolf exited, piece by piece;

a long, black limb, marred with damaged flesh.

the nose, twitching, the snout curved slightly.

the eyes wide and swallowing, brighter red in the sunlight.

neck twisted with the head.

shoulders ruined by scars.

a body thin and damaged and small.

and a tail fanning the waning scents beneath.

the madwoman's teeth were pure and white in her grin;

ees issue, vaktmann?