Boartusk Heights i’m staying low, staying low, turning pages

he wanted to reach for her work. to scoop it up in mouth and paw, but he refrained as a civilized person might. he did not want to take it for destroying, but for enjoyment.

perhaps after it all had been done and was fully prepared.

i am a huntsman. i guard, i fill the caches. simple work but important. he did not say this but perhaps it lingered in the silence following. granted he realized he found her work no less valuable than his own.

it was only their ranks that separated them.

so when i ask if you have everything you need to work…you may tell me no and we may walk beyond here to find it. perhaps if you feel daring you might send me alone to gather your needs.