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Private for Ezra! Also... dammit! The topic number for this was so close to ending in 420!! XD #371
The sun gasped its dying breaths and stained the skies blood red. Barrett understood what these vivid colours signalled. Fair weather was on the way—but as far as he was concerned, it was already here. The faintest breeze combed through the tall grasses of the sprawling countryside and teased at the mocha male's mottled fur. The yearling navigated the familiar terrain with ease; nearly all of the territory claimed by Crimson Dreams was situated in Shiloh Hills, but the male had crossed the border nearly an hour ago. He'd been a good dog and done a sweep of the perimeter, and now it was time for a treat.
He half hoped he'd encounter the enchanting and splendid Sage again, but alas, the young woman was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, today he'd planned ahead and came well stocked with a few pre-rolled joints. Once he reached some arbitrarily satisfactory distance from the pack, he paused atop a small knoll. His black nostrils flared as he tested the air, all while his pale yellow eyes searched the surrounding scenery for movement. There were enough random scents in the area, but none of them seemed especially fresh—in any case, he didn't see anyone immediately nearby.
He descended into a gully as an added precaution. A mason jar was stuffed in his right pocket—a tight fit, to the extent he could not take a seat without removing it—and he now wrestled it free. He sat in the cool grass and unscrewed the lid. Helix seemed to recognise what this meant and slowly crawled towards the opening. Barry delighted in this responsiveness, in watching the tiny creature move at his “prompting,” but he soon reached in with a finger to expedite the process. He then scootched over to some wildflowers and deposited the gastropod at their base.
Barrett unceremoniously wiped whatever slime off his hands, then fished in his other pocket. Ah, yes, this was what he was looking for. With an adept flick of his thumb and a quick drag, the cig was lit. The wolf reclined against the hillside, watching the rose-tinted clouds slowly evaporate from the sky. A few stars were already visible between them; it would be a clear night.
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