Razorback Ridge salt bundle

restlessness.

the need for violence where none was needed. she could cause it, she could pierce her teeth upon any figure she found.

she looked down into the plains towards where the sun would set upon a red palace.

she could find what she wished for. only she tasted her warrior lover upon the breeze and instead of plunging below, she danced along the ridgeline.

her voice a crooning note.