Firefly Glen [PHE] bleed

the yellowstone camp was like an island.

it rested on the backside of many busy places, but anatolia stuck only where her mother walked. at just two months of age, she doubted she would be part of the more arduous activities that took place.

however she was plenty old enough to lay upon a tall stone at the mouth of the yellowstone camp where others might cross her path. there she worked teeth upon a fresh bone. bored, but not admitting it.

she waited for some flash of entertainment.