Blackfeather Woods [m] i must have dreamed a thousand dreams

it was not violence wielded against her. for moment she listened, she waited, it looked as if the woman might speak. only no voice came and loveday was left to wonder what she sounded like.

she is only watched by eyes as brilliant as the flames burning the woman.

she felt like a grey storm cloud that might extinguish the flames. it terrified her! i— smelled you. creepy and likely unflattering. i was drawn here. by you, i believe.

she did not feel so confident and she began a nervous fidget. her left front paw delicately twisting back and forth beneath her, a crescent shape in the earth formed by her nails beneath her toes.