Horizon Ridge On my way.

the last heats of the passing season had been beating down on the tasseled man, who decided to store himself in the woods until lady Sun was not so cross with him.

sprawled on his back, idly humming a self-made tune, the komondor stretched his paws towards the tree boughs, countless pinpricks of light giving him a dappling of gold.

when he heard the tell-tale snip-snap of branches beneath the feet of a stranger, the dog paused. one brown eye rolled to see what came through the woods.

he wasn't quite sure what he was looking at.

slavuj rolled onto his belly and watched with increasing alarm-becomong-amusement, a wolfman with pelts piled on top of his own.

slavuj couldn't resist it, and broke into a laugh.