Stephan was snuggled deep within the depths of his alcove in the vertical cliff face of the basin walls.
He wasn’t asleep, not yet at least. His eyelids heavy but his brain was tired enough to succumb to slumber. Late morning light drifted in through the entrance.
Stephan’s hind legs were tucked beneath while his forelegs were stretched out before him. His skull rested between them upon the stone floor. It was growing colder as his coat thickened. Soon the lands were be blanketed by snow, just as he liked it. Perfect hunting conditions.
There were questions in his mind he had yet to ask a certain wolf, but he had been refraining, procrastinating. Avoiding, ignoring them. Death was so cumbersome, especially in conversation.
Jun 09, 2018 12:00 AM
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