Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

Wordlessly he moves to accept the rabbit head and Seth looks on, still running his tongue along teeth-tinged marrow and smiling at his enthusiasm. When the boy is finished, he tears off a hind leg and places it between his paws. Dessert.

“No matter, wordless ward. We shall call you Rabbit. You seem quite partial,” he snickers and rises to scratch his spine across the spruce’s dried bark.

“What do you dream of, Rabbit?” He wonders idly aloud. “Hopping bunnies?”

“Kings and Gods?” His grin turns devious. “Do you want to know the difference between them, dear Rabbit?”