Hushed Willows cause he can't compete with a man like me

west was further from sapphique. did anyone care she was gone? at first she’d been abuzz with excitement envisioning how the cliffs would be alive with moving bodies like an anthill disturbed; but now, the relentlessness of the road and her company tempered her expectations.

she sniffed a greying patch of grass. the scent here was feeble and barely clung on; one or two molecules unwithered by the cold winds.

she nosed another patch, and another — aware of the burning of sivaak’s knowing gaze.

at last a second clue lingered in a bed of trampled fescue. sobeille raked the earth carefully and found wisps of white hairs; the silhouette of a caribou body framed indistinctly in the grass.

dis way. she decided, bounding after the faint trail with her head held low.