Big Salmon Lake A kindling of a swordless bloodshed

She gives a nod, agreeing. The snow is good against my back. With a thin coat she may be cold later, but what were husbands for if not to absorb their body heat?

Rolling to face him with legs tangling, she releases a sigh. It was a bad time for all this to happen, wasn't it? A rhetorical question. Damsel would never wish their sudden abandonment onto them, but if had been bound to happen she had only wished that fate would have waited until the spring.

She supposed that her and Barley were the good that came out of it. It had been a bit awkward for them at the kennel, Damsel's litters sired by Chamberlain. For what purpose, she did not completely understand - but she had known two things; it was to keep the pups purebred, and that though she had put in the work carrying the things and pushing them out, the majority would disappear after six months. How strange!