elphame-bound:

galleytrot-sketch:

“Lie close,” Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”

A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time

This is fairy encounters to the core. It sends shivers down my spine.