Felltree Marsh a bucket and a [m]op

augur was enchanted.

the figure was not a wolf. but it was her heat which drew him through the sunbaked mud. when the woman lay down, he put his head to one side and drew closer.

she was heavy-jowled and thick-haunched. the scent which had ensnared the hunter filled the air all around her. buffalo hunter. that would be her title.

he chuffed to her. he patted the ground with massive polite forepaws, waiting to be noticed.