Phoenix Maplewood pieces of eight

he watched her move back into the redbird she was becoming. "naw," colt demurred with a cheeky grin. "let's see."
briggs rambled over, pressing his muzzle roughly, briefly against the base of her skull in in greeting. he looked down at the deer bones, at the gaping socket and the crooked luxury bones.
"once the gang, we was in the desert. eerie in the desert. everythin' still at night. not quiet. but different. we come across a whole field dug up, an' dozens of antelope skulls laid out in rows."
colt shivered inwardly at the remembrance.