Historical Setting, cold unknown The pack returns from the hunt. The matriarch has food for the pups. The pups didn’t eat from the deer that was left for the wolves here in the snow. And gratefully, this human flesh wasn’t sampled either. I don’t know whether the deer meat makes it more tempting toContinue reading “#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 