Totoka River made flesh [m]

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oily-winged opportunist, bartok, ever watchful of his henhouse, kept the wolf presently fluxing back and forth down the strand with distinctly male frustration, well moored within his sights. if not for the fact that the matron rarely allowed for exceptions of company kept by the male persuasion, then for the fact that this brun stranger was releasing a spastic energy that left the bird wired with feelings of stress and unease.

snapping his bill, the carrion delivered a gravally, signaling call unto the wolf, warning him first without the need for words of the somber occasion erelong to follow his constancy. his large, black form thumped to the sands, several stride-lengths away from the beta whose back currently turned to him. "self-preservation not strong suit," there was a smirk writ into his dialect – a seriousness dressed to the nines. gravely once more he said, voice creaking like an old rocking chair: "dog ever see tree rip from ground in hurricane?"

(still he could not disdain the male for his efforts – it was a hard season to be possessed of testes. it was just the difference made between dangling them above pile of feathers, and dangling them above a sprung-ready bear trap. and when you're in bear country, the statistics aren't great.)