there's something about weeknights in the suburbs

Birna directed her eyes to a nearby rock that she desired to use and placed a paw upon it to shift it from its place. Among her kind focused and intent eye contact could mean intent to harm, and while she did not know if this was the case among wolves she did not wish to send the wrong signal. The wolf greeted her and fiddled about with some strange vessels. Birna pushed the rock, rolling farther into the bushes.

"Nay, I'm only here for a little while to work on this hide and then I shall go." She placed the last rock and gave the hide a glance over. It looked good. She had kept the markhors head and placed it between her paws. "What do you do with those vessels of yours?" She could do with some conversation while she worked. To tan this hide she would need the brain. Serrated fangs pierced bone and she crunched away at the skull.


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