Eventually there will be a dawn

It was a long night, keeping watch over the last prints of the strange creature. As he sat there, besides the point where the intruder had vanished, he watched the moon high above the pack. Occasional dark clouds flitted across its surface, casting a solemn glow upon him. Other times, roving bands of fireflies danced in the sky above him.

At no point did the owner of the strange markings reappear, and dawn wasn’t far from approaching now. He could feel it, even if no sign of the light from the sun had appeared in the world. The Samori leaned lightly back on his hunches. Listening, watching, and tasting the world around him.


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