Moonspear naunt

she was a spreading of shadows against the fading winter. like a spirit of the night she struck.
pig's-blood filled the air.
desire filled the face of the seal hunter.
the pig kicked weakly in its death throes, its neck cut open in a great gout of blood that had sprayed his entire chest, dripping from his fur, his chin, his manhood scars.
chakliux grinned. "tell me your name." he had heard it. he wanted to hear it again, in her voice.