Moonspear filling me with wonder for all that is

✴        The doe wouldn't last much longer, if it was still alive. The scent of its exposed viscera was stronger than the smell of the bloodied fawn and that kept Revui's interest for a little bit, but then he noticed something else — above them among the tree tops, some crows had begun to settle. He heard them more than he saw them. It wouldn't be long before the rest of the family noticed them too, and then the doe would be up for grabs by anyone. They couldn't play for much longer — but Revui looked to the fawn now, fixing it with his bright eyes and malevolence.

Maybe it knew what was coming — it had somehow managed to get on to its new limbs, staggering more than the average newborn because of its injury, and managed a few steps before Revui was drawn towards it. He came up behind the fawn and nipped at its tiny haunches and it, quaking like a dry leaf, bleat a sad and needy note for its mother. Revui couldn't help but chuff softly with laughter, and then he bunt at the thing with his snout as if to hurry it along. He was more interested in making it move versus hurting it, and soon was herding it along while the murder grew overhead.