Wildlife

They both marvelled at the astonishing wildlife. He saw all the potential for the hunt. Blood on his arms, the bow springing back aside his cheek, a series of cooling furred forms splayed over the hood of his jeep, hooves and pelts draping a basement room. She saw the web of life, the way the creek would host an endless calendar of creatures to drink, to bathe, to wash food. To her, the birds and chipmunks that kept the canopy rustling and singing were signs that nature lurked in the woods in concentric spreading rings of shyer and more exotic beings, while he salivated for the salty metallic smell of their blood.