Verdigris Ravine snout

brac intrigued zoug. cave-child, he took to the deep recesses. even now his paws were stained with the earthen paints he had mixed.

i teach. zoug roused himself and returned to the pool of sunlight in which the lizards silently lay. i cut them with bottom teeth, up the belly. take out the entrails. eat them. he shrugged with a rare, faint smile. on their back, face up to the sun. they will dry and become smaller. easier to carry many.

and what did brac know? what had he learned in the silent places of the cave?

perhaps it was time for the root ceremony once more.