Wild Berry Meadow [m] feelin' herself

she had a flare about her. that much he could acknowledge. women were good in these ways. something to stir up the staccato in his life.

he chuffed, shaking his head. ain't scared. he wasn't. but it was the thought of stirring shit at borders that reminded him of a life he didn't want.

he wasn't pack material. never would be.

and she was, jailbait, that's what'y'are.