meat

(This is for both of you. And "i'm sorry". Really, I am.)

They faced each other, the lion and the wolf, teeth bared, claws out, the scent of betrayal arousing the fear of what had happened and what was to come.

But then they smiled, the lion and wolf, because now was not the time or the place.

They would save it for later.

Or maybe…

Just maybe,

The meat wasn’t worth it.