Wild Berry Meadow electric fences and guns

(MATURE WARNING) @Berúthiel

the pungent scent of tepid flesh grew ever stronger. iliksis had been drawn for miles out; something about the fecundity of the borders -- the defiled way each shattered bone was strewn about -- fascinated the male. he paced up and down, never trespassing the borders --  all the same it appeared the ghoul was searching for something in the frantic manner in which he paced.

at last the shrouded male paused, delight spanning his wickedly thin muzzle as he came across a perfect specimen -- a skull of a wolf whose flesh still sunkenly clung to it. its surface was rotted and gnarled, the eye sockets putrid and still holding soft matter in their depths. iliksis gingerly lifted the trophy from its rest and without word stole into the night with it.

once a suitable distance away the male placed the skull on the snow and his lithe body fell upon it with a hunger that was neither palatable nor sprung from the well of any stomach. underneath the crippling moonlight the wolf worked his straining loins into one of the skull's matter-filled sockets, which sloshed obscenely as he entered it. iliksis uttered small rhthymic growls issued with each tender thrust, finding himself delving deeper and deeper into both bone and snow as he went.