Warren1 min read

Rabbit Chief drums a warning with hands, not feet this time. The ceremonial drum, zigzags of golden cord fraying at the tightest points. His fur stands on end. Mine too. I squeeze my eyes shut but see only disheveled fur and cord, hear only pounding drum and pulse.

Hunting season.

© Copyright 2019 Katherine Quevedo

Photo credit: Adrianne Mathiowetz Photography

Katherine Quevedo was born and raised just outside of Portland, Oregon, where she works as an analysis manager and lives with her husband and two sons. Her fiction has appeared in Factor Four MagazineThrilling WordsApparition Literary MagazineHeroic Fantasy QuarterlyTriangulation: AppetitesStory Seed Vault, and elsewhere. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys watching movies, singing, playing old-school video games, belly dancing, and making spreadsheets. Find her at www.katherinequevedo.com.

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