Barrow Fields put me on the front line leave me with a dumb mind

that was it -- that last refrain such an alarmist sound that ava found her comfort-threshold exceeded.

as the shape -- whatever it was -- slouched against the cool side of a barrow, ava sped towards it. she did not know what it was and she did not want it near her. with all of the tenacity of a dialed in herd dog, she barreled for the shape's backside, aiming a nip wherever its ambiguous haunch was.

she did not want to kill, but in the manner of a coyote, she was here to fend for her domain with her teeth and would not tolerate interlopers.