Dawnlark Plains i find a glimpse of us,

muscles had torn when the man was tossed.

it was the sharpmetal, fools-gold scent she wore that kept him happily blinded to the pain of his body.

new snow. he held still as she extended her muzzle toward him. he was silent as she investigated him to her liking. he wagged his tail. his tongue killed.

if diesel was a possessive woman, he would discover it when he gleefully returned to his same duty at her side.

for now, augur exchanged breath with the she-wolf and did not seek more.