The scent of dying penetrates my sleep. I lift my head, sniff, turn ears to a sound of panting. Ar, no . . . the scent issues through the slots in my private door. Someone dies, at this moment, in my confronting room! I scramble to fours among my den room furs, stand to hind-toes, reach for the … Continue reading Sunwake, in the Lands of Teeth by Juliette Wade