With the scent of Openings
There are portals. This was noted as we crossed the field before entering the wood that is Oakworth Park. The herd often goes a little crazy in woods, the excitement mingled with ancestral tiger fears is heady. But we'd already tramped seven country miles on a hot spring day, and so domino and play each rolled three times in the dead leaf carpet, sweaty hides on the crinkly loam. I checked domino before he invaded the grassy portion of park, but I did wrong, for who's to say he was not headed for the hexe stone, and thence to the 'altar of hell' (removed, but maybe to be re-opened by an impetuous hoof?) rather than just grass?.... next time I will listen, give him his head, follow.
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