Languid lower branch of spruce.

Seemingly subtle. That is mine.




And not so seemingly subtle anymore. He leaps upon the prey. Fast of claw, fast of fang.




Mud-clotted fur, pierced cheek and bleeding.


Setting down to meditate, as a beast, cloying the abode

no feast.


Sacred silence. (oblivion, amen)



Someone is gouging at the legs, drawing them into the sunlight.


And so the Hillock's hunter found his first hound.




Hyvää ystävänpäivää! Halatkaa rakkaitanne!

Happy Valentines! Hug your lovedones!


If eywinkies is not a problem, Jabberwocky and Bandersnatch becon (beginning of this tale)