Finding Home 1
I bend low to the ground, pulling out my bow. Leaves crushed by hooves, leading north. They look heavy, most likely belonging to a large buck. It should feed a few families if I kill it. The scent is still strong, it must be nearby. I break into a jog,...
Crumbled Crane
Crumbled Crane I sigh, hands trembling a little as I set down the perfectly folded crane on the desk. A mound of crumbled papers sit next to it. Quickly, I place it into a large glass jar before it can disintegrate. The jar itself is already filled to...