The Tangle Ode to Beagle

her ire was swiftly fading with his utter terror and contrition. perhaps even curiosity had replaced it. he was loud and unknown, but no threat. still she would watch him. "go dat way, sout'wes'. to de mountains."
the sunspire loomed in the far distance.
"do not go eas'. dey will rip you apart," she said of avicus and her fighters.
the obsidian peered at him, and if he was still in earshot, would ask: "what you be, after all? not a fox. not a coyote. not a wolf."