Boartusk Heights rotting

The area rotted with wolves he wasn’t familiar with and because nothing much was happening except for it, he was able to lazy around and be served with quality meat from servants. Living like this felt a little like luxury and the more he was involved, the more he liked it. His kids were getting grown too and so considering to meet them crossed his mind a few times, however it wasn’t s priority now.  

He wanted to roll around in snow and bathe in sun even though he hated it. The idea for some reason was appealing now, and so while that was happening he rolled onto his back and splayed himself over the wide rock, ready to take another nap.

the sneaking figure of a pale daughter, seen or unseen, appeared as the man basked with his belly exposed. each step was carefully made, painfully slow, but nearly soundless. candela was as patient as she was hungry; and when she was near enough to watch nivis' breath undulate through a cage of stretching ribs, she collected her legs beneath her and pounced.