Verdigris Ravine Flux

you are young, zoug gestured to the growing pups. if you do not have a home, you will not thrive. we sacrifice now for the future. the ravine is always ours, the mog-ur declared, single eye a brand of firmness among them.

we will all learn to fight.

between the coyotes grown and those youths, he felt in spring their numbers would be formidable, enough to protect their land and any new pups.