Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

two wolves sat under a large bough, their silhouettes just barely discernible. sobeille studied them carefully, eyeing the tote between them.

in her jaws she had another fish - the last fat catch from suzu’s ailing trap. she’d packed its throat with a rudimentary concoction, hoping for cayetano — but this was infinitely better.

she moved towards the duo at a bold step, her offering flopping with each jaunty stride towards them.