Stone Circle i have often dreamed of a far off place

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the more he watched, the more bored he'd grown. 

but until her eyes drifted towards the shadows, his ears grew to peaks. she knew he'd been there; watching, looming, like a decadent bodyguard. a shepherd, if one must call him, though his bloodstained muzzle said otherwise from a pacifist sentry. 

betwixt coaldipped paws was a badger. bludgeoned by his own weight, yet smalls cuts marred his muzzle. the bastard was squirrly, to that much he could deduce. 

from the darkened grass he emerged, shifting the blades as he did. rising from the small heap, blood coaxing the darkness of his face, he dropped the bounty before both girl and boy. not a word was spared from his tingling jaw; nothing but a sigh of hot air of a smokestack, before he fell to his belly beside his ginger friend, urging them to carry on with a flick of his tail. nonthreatening, but certainly there.

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