But she still smelled the dank smell on herself, and breathed it in. She would do it, become hunter, or animal. She would gather up the gizzards and wear them, wrap herself in a cloak of guts. She knew that across the room, Verla saw. Verla understood.
I know my parents noticed and they’ve always loved me but after what I survived. I don’t know if other people noticed the hunter self because when I left the East Coast in 2005, I left alone. It was just me and my parents before.
