There are flowers growing in my heart

Back out to the Prairie, at least there's plenty of snacks hanging around. Davey's gait is easy, rolling with the pitch of the land. Taking it in, with all he's got. Autumn had come, the grasses were getting pretty dry. Seemed like a fire hazard, if you asked him. Taking to exploring, it's actually not too bad. Just. You know. Definite fire hazard out here, one rogue spark and whoosh. But Davey shouldn't dwell too much on that.

The distinctive yip and yap of coyotes isn't far off. Shit, why does it feel like it never is? Hackles up, hoisting his axe from over his shoulder, Davey locks in. Dialing in on the sound, taking off at a wild lope. He'd be getting to his adult height soon, and his legs were already long. Getting the coyotes in his line of sight, they're already focusing on someone else.

Fuck yeah. Good time for a sneak attack. Putting his flank to good use, the boy hits the spring on his axe and lets loose the flail. Lashing out with the weapon, dealing a crushing blow right across the hip of the nearest one. Handy little fucker, his weapon was. Super, super handy.

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