Greatwater Lake maun

maybe greatwater wolves? backdated 4/19

the goufa was making it more known how separate they were becoming, spindling threads coming undone, a cold strip of ground growing between them when they would sleep, her hot flashes of palpable frustration and anger (with no stalker to project onto) was projectably flung in every which way instead.

her head spun in a blinded dervish, only standing still when the metal taste on her lips brought her back to everything physical.

she smelled others here. @Polar would tell her to not be so unresponsible with her life. what life did she have, a pantomime commander? she trudged on in defiance of every natural alarm in her anatomy.