Phoenix Maplewood i reckon not, ms grimshaw

gun grinned. whipping her tail in a "come along" gesture to the man, she bounded off east.

the underbrush shook from her indelicate advancement. 



in a clearing, an old buck had gathered his herd. does and yearlings grazed amids deep green grasses, at ease now that the local pack had dispersed.

gun crawled up to the treeline, tail wagging with eagerness. in a hushed voice she spoke to tar-snout out the corner of her mouth.

"you shee anything good?"