Phoenix Maplewood true like ice, true like fire

she was restless and eager to be off. augur could taste her impatience.

when new snow ordered him to eat he did, smearing blood upon the ground, cracking bone so the echo of it could be heard across the taiga. the rabbit was little more than tattered flesh when he finished. he nosed the pelt against the earth and then looked up at her with a lick of his jaws.

he was ready.

augur set off at an easy lope, fitting her to his side as they went. eventually he would stop and there he would call for blood eyes. but in this moment he only enjoyed her company and the ease of it.