Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

her own nose was intent on finding any traces of a recent hunt, blood or meat or even rot, and of course, the smell of wolf.

she caught it then, brought by the wind, and turned her head to see a cousin observing her from a bit away.

the beardog stood, possibilities being considered.

in the end, she decided to sound towards them a chuff, a doggish imitation of the way wolves speak.