Firestone Hot Springs mare's milk

atoztli takes the shell and the pronghorn cape, and leaves all else behind. mictec's scent faded some weeks ago, with qvasir following.

unsuited to solitary life, atoztli set out among a world wizened by overcast skies.

muttering draws her to a pool of water, its dark surface reflecting the stormy skies above. at its banks laid a male on his back, fur drenched and dust tattering his pelt.

thinking of crixus, atoztli comes close. has he food? has he anything of use?

she slaps a wave of water to his face, mirthless eyes in a blackened face the first thing he'll see as he comes to.