Serpent Lake Souffrir le Martyre

The strange man with a dark-capped head had no words to return. No long sentences, and no startled acknowledgment coming from an ignited fear. Annoyance, even, not shown! Why! Why, why, why?

As if she were no more important than the same nothingness that was stared off into, and yet maybe there was a vulnerability there-- a sanctuary in the silence. Silence, however, that would be broken by the sound of a wistful voice. It would still be admired by the dark mink as a trinket, his.. Pondering. Or maybe there was nothing in his rat head at all.

In the blink of a bird's, closer behind the wolf.

"Can He hear?"