Redtail Rise merlot

dark ears perk at the sound of a call, deep somewhere within the weald.

redd's message is not addressed to him, yet ever clear in intention.

his wire-barbed heart is unyielding to sympathy.

they would pave their own futures—in his mind the only thing they paved was their initials upon two tombstones.

and the berserkr continues on his route solemnly.

the last blood on the rise; lonelier now, somehow.