Felltree Marsh be quiet and drive

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Snow fell, but it had been icy rain the days prior. 

A near-yearling doe had succumb to the freeze yesterday. He'd been patrolling the Rise when he'd seen the remains of the carcass, half-eaten, before it was submerged in a blanket of snow and ice. Knowing his sister all too well, he would fetch @Carrion who would later scarf down all that she could.

Before that, he was wise enough as to have saved a sizeable leg for himself. He, incredibly tediously, went through the effort to take it to the bog and hide it there; in hopes Carrion would not scrounge it up. He'd hidden it so well, in fact, he knew it would be difficult to find it again himself.

Today the Bjern aimed to make good and reap his cache. 

Lithe black paws guide him through the marsh as he recalls his steps.

mm, what a pleasant excursion this were!

she'd descended her Fleumont and crossed the moraine, seized in days past by wanderlust which urged her onward to where could be company.

it was with utmost elegance that she'd picked her way through a foul patch of land she could not imagine any ever claiming. un marais! pah, what God would ever make it? she were a finer one. on her earth, only charming things would stay.

yet, perhaps there was some appeal to this place, as no sooner did sa majeste think of a picnic, did her tough walking boot trip on a protruding limb.

venaison! oh, how ecstatic she were as she girlishly dug out the rest of the leg, dirtying her gloves by wiping away dirt and staleness. a gift from the earth itself! la reine carefully laid the meat down onto pristine snow, and laid herself down for a meal in nature.

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What he finds is that someone else has beaten him to it. A cougar. 

The sight stops him in his tracks. Motionlessly, he watches for a moment, brimming with an icy fury and a lust for payback. The Bjern knows full well that his chances against a predator this size are slim. However, he could still be a nuisance and crash dinner.

And so, he creeps closer. Closer and closer, before the snowcrunch would betray his location.

Suddenly, Mulherin erupts. Snow flies from beneath his paws as he dashes toward the feline, a growl rumbling within his chest. A flash of his teeth, he strikes and delivers a harsh nip as he rushes by, then swings around to face her.

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mm, what a gorgeous cut of meat! certainly, not most finely preserved, and she'd've preferred it fresh and bloody, but as it is said among the peasantry, à cheval donné on ne regarde pas les dents!

her own forks had but stabbed through a thin layer of muscle - when a most infernal commotion had the queen leap and scream!

what surprise she'd been caught by! the ruffian's teeth punctured the back of her arm before retreat, and her own head swung to follow him-- putain! un barbare! her rage was at once ignited, and she swung with blades drawn to punish him!

He can feel the swish of air against his nose as the cat's claws nearly score his face. It was a close call for the youth, one unlucky misstep could be the difference between life and death. Avicus is still fresh on his mind. But today, he is graced by luck—for now.

Jumping back a pace farther away, he barks rashly at the beast.

Alone, he knows he has a severe disadvantage.

Thief. The boy mutters in distaste, plotting his next best move.

And after a long standoff, he realized that was, begrudgingly, a tactical retreat. 

With a last snort, he turned and disappeared back into the marsh