Cherry Blossoms Are Dead

The wolf looked for her for a moment, her eyes sweeping. Rasha waited. The larger wolf eventually saw her. Rasha stood, oozing from her small frame. The other wolf said that the flesh satisfied, and motioned to her mushrooms. The deer nodded. Rasha nodded too. It made sense and did not offend, flesh was the host of life. "There is no offense, wolf," The deer spoke as Rasha, "for your flesh one day will satisfy as well. Perhaps even the very same mushrooms you currently host, but perhaps just their brethren." It was all very matter of fact. It was the circle of life. "What will you do when the flesh is gone?"