Black Morass upon restlessness;

he learned from her.

a huntsman dealt in meat. her clay fish had been exotic but not so farfetched. yet she showed him mushrooms, showed him berries. he examined them closely. not with concern but with wonder.

one taken into his jaws. crushed between teeth, red stains but not from blood as he had grown used to.

she gathered clay.

he felt like some kind of king. not in a way that flattered, but that caused unease. it inspired him to come alongside her. strong paws scooping, gathering. he had no clue if he did any of it right!