Chimera Fields Winged

For @Cicero Dvořák !

A bone crunched between his teeth, sharp edges cutting into his gums, but Persia's mouth was too filled with blood already to take notice. His mind was elsewhere anyway — taking stock of his options, his wants for the future, such as they were. It was no shock to him anymore when he found these things lacking.

Still, there was no great despair in him for it. Why should he worry at all? He was a hale wolf at the cusp of his prime, untethered and unburdened by the typical trappings of age. No wife, no children to speak of, not even an aging ailing mother to nag him into guilty servitude. Easy was, as far as he knew, living her best life raising his youngest siblings. And his dad... well, who needed a dad, anyway? Not him.

So why was he so damn depressed?

Persia mulled this over the felled goat, reaching for another skinny limb to shake and tear loose.