Otter Creek january

Would she find no relief here, either?

Eliza scowled with the click of her tongue. She had seen the likes of these, and heard the stories shared in the songs of her people. Ungrateful curs, absent of the memory of the ancestors who had made them - even if, somewhere deep and buried, their blood still mingled with wild.

Can't a woman find a friendly face for once? her breath held the heaviness that weighed upon her shoulders. This land is yours as much as it is mine, for even the scent of dog was weak here, so if you don't bite, neither will I.

After her run in with the hooves giants and her growing hunger, her patience wore thin. But she wasn't looking for a fight with teeth as sharp as hers.

No, only fish.