the earth lumbers on

these doggies are up to no good.. forward dating a little. AW, especially NB residents!!

With great deliberation, Dogmeat inspected the scents around them. The borders were clearly marked, that much was certain -- but belittering the stonewashed basin was the scent also of meat -- of prey. They had hung back and quarreled and at length concluded an agreement -- somewhere in this pack boundary, there was likely a cache hidden.

He could ignore the insatiable hunger no longer -- with a bellow the large inu clambered atop a frozen snowdrift, his poignant tail held -- about him there seemed nothing save snow and stone.

But they would find it, whatever cache was hidden -- and tonight, the dogs of the wild would feast.