2/15/2025, 3:07 PM
One of their favorite meals. A hare, plump for the winter and as white as the snow. It had been a laborious catch and even now as they lay, ready to enjoy it, they marveled at the plush fur. Lupine meat in general was a go-to for Bezalel, when they could not find redder meats that they were capable of bringing down. There was certainly a tone of disappointment, then, when they began to eat and the meat was tainted with the sticky-sweet flavor of something else. Honeyed sweetness flooded across their tongue. Their face scrunched, their toungue flicked out the small chunk of flesh, and they stared at the tiny body a little forlornly. Lun would not approve of the waste of meat. Another nibble revealed that it was, indeed, saccharine in nature.
That was peculiar.
Even more peculiar was the shape of a canid racing across the snow. Bezalel's gaze shifted up to watch the coywolf. They might have let the lanky man run by, but instead offered a soft woofing noise to get his attention. Assuming he heard them, anyway. Their rose-gold eyes boring into him, into the tawny of his coat and the scent of the desert that was carried in the distant undertones of his scent.
They were laying in the shadow of a douglas fir. Would he even see them there? Would he pause?
That was peculiar.
Even more peculiar was the shape of a canid racing across the snow. Bezalel's gaze shifted up to watch the coywolf. They might have let the lanky man run by, but instead offered a soft woofing noise to get his attention. Assuming he heard them, anyway. Their rose-gold eyes boring into him, into the tawny of his coat and the scent of the desert that was carried in the distant undertones of his scent.
They were laying in the shadow of a douglas fir. Would he even see them there? Would he pause?
Mekh