Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

Oh a good lad, a delightful eager one! He moves to gather enticingly closer, a folding of silken limbs across a narrow body, allowing those marrow-suffused lips to braze the tip of a waiting flaxen ear. Will he stir for purpose? Will he wish for something greater? Every wolf needs cause, whether or not they are able to name it.

“Kings talk. Gods listen.”

“You are wise to listen, Rabbit. You will know the gospel which they do not. You will find that men speak without ever once uttering a word.”