Meadowlark Prairie Lovely and provocative butcher paper silhouettes of slavery era self-mutilation

Coyote, Dragomir thought as he inspected a set of tracks in the prairie snow. He craned his neck to study the distribution of the tracks, comparing them to his own pattern as he strode along. Based on how the left hind print always seemed to brush over the snow in an uneven fashion, Dragomir guessed that the coyote was injured. Maybe it was an old wound that left a lasting limp, or maybe it was a new injury.

Either way, the young Moonspear male could take advantage of it. He bent low to sweep his tongue across one of the paw prints, but sensed no blood hidden in the snow there. Probably not a new injury unless it was something internal, but he was only guessing. Pricking his ears with interest, the young male began to follow the tracks as the sun disappeared behind a midday cloud.

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