FLAWLESS

Blood both old and fresh filtered through the sneering nostrils of the great cat. Stripes shifted in the fracturing light as Sk?linger moved through the land the wolves called the battlefield. He was on his way north, seeking a suitable terra for winter hunting when the sound of a howl and the raise of wolf stench and noise caught his attention. Curious? oh yes, even a cat such as he was capable of curiosity and so he strode in the direction of the commotion. It was dangerous, true, he'd never stand a change against such a gathering but it would seem they were far more interested in each other. He stood a ways back, eyeing the two groups, tail twitching before he leapt up onto a boulder, resting sphyx style as his jade green eyes observed the scene. Tail twisted and curled, falling down the other side of the boulder.


"Speech"

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence