King Elk Forest holy water

the morning sun filters in thru the towering trees of the forest as savaktuk prowls through its shaded bowels; torn between two pressing desires. to spread what is tartok ideals upon the world and eventually his own seed. he is a simple beast, driven by the most primal of desires. the musky scent of elk is strong in this place, and he follows it with assured steps. the elk he comes across is a massive beast; impressive antlers that spread tall and threateningly sharp atop it's skull. a eerie bellow made by the ungulate causes the hair on savaktuk's nape to bristle and he gives the mighty creature a wide berth. there is young in this forest — he has yet to come across them and their milkmothers but he scents them. mothersmilk smells just the same for all species. for now, he does not pursuit but remains ever keen.

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The beast of desire had left these wilds with a taste in their maw. Delicious, they thought, and followed a road to what was thought to be a dinner delight. Despite a travel of feasts, it seemed there was nothing as worth to them then there was in Teekon. Returned, Monty was hungry. They thought about the black wolves of the mountain and felt their very mouth be filled with water, or even the large white wolf that they had taken a bite before.

Pure desire, caring nothing else then what would enter their mouth. And Monty, saw something tasty in the distance.