Shy Deer Steppes i'm walking, i'm a southern stream

aw but feel free to toss damsel in xe!!

old man had been a few days late. rounding up the last of the yearlings, of the dogs, and sending them after his dear old girl, @Damsel. sauntered along with a sort of confidence that you wouldn't see in smaller men. paws skimming across the dry grass intermingled with snow. mountain lions would've been here, once, but as the temperatures plummeted they would go to hide. now, he'd work his way through and find his doll.

a bark, an echoing shout, left his scruffy maw, calling for other dogs, or perhaps his wife. he kept moving. never enough time to stop. he'd hum as he went, skinny tail flicking behind him as he did. a hulking mass of grey, wandering through such barren lands.

smell of wolf was thick. wet. he was out of place, here, wasn't he?