the deer did not sing. the hares did not lope. he saw no lizards upon the sunwarmed face of the sacred stones, and he shivered. there was no rain, no wind. nothing. and he was made sickened by the change which seemed heavier with each second.
looping back through the stones, he came upon his wife moments after her return, smoothing his cheek along her nape, her own face.
everything is quiet. even the d-deer have n-not been grazing.his ears twitched, remembering the unchewed leaves where they usually found their breakfast, and he gazed at kirain in consternation.
come on,he urged, a thought coming to him as muzzle sought the trails which led downward. if fauna had descended, they would know and they would find their gatherings, and the truth of what had shifted in their beloved land.
