Qeya River and you’re a vulture

colt out!

"much obliged, ma'am."
he licked the ridges of his teeth and glanced toward sadey. she seemed stoic enough, following miz amalia into the brush. he was left alone with the red wolf, who told him to return and offered him a slew of herbs. colt grinned recklessly. "i'll come back. maybe with a nice jet-black pelt fer yew to put yer paws on at night."
daring, perhaps. he dipped his head and turned off, cantering into the sun before he could be stopped.