there's something about weeknights in the suburbs

Birna was regretting coming down from the high mountains of the Maw to the hot and humid southern lands but after getting heckled by two mountain lions over her kill she figured she'd take her chances. The snow leopard had eaten what she could but saved the markhor hide to finish processing. It would be of little use in the summer but would be a boon in the chill of winter, especially as she planned to head back north at the earliest convenience.

Birna dragged the hide to a shaded place near a large river so she could work in peace. The chances of being attacked over a hide were slim but she was cautious. She spread the hide out, using rocks to anchor each corner. As she padded to the river to grab the last rock she saw a wolf heading toward the river with a jar. "Hello," she said gently. This wolf did not seem to be a threat.


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