The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

Luke's pulled his gaze from the elk and let it rest on his companion, giving a thoughtful nod as he considered the comment. Death was the very thing that sustained life, that much he did know, but his experience with death among his own kind had centered around one profound moment in his life that he had struggled with for a long time, and on some more subconscious levels he still battled with it. It was not lovely, but Luke could understand how some deaths, like the potential of the one before them, could be.

"You are very perceptive," Luke commented with a smile. It seemed his friend was very much intune with the elk. Luke could see that it was slowing and seemed to be looking for a certain place to be, but he did not have the same sense about it as this fellow. "What's your name?" he asked, albeit a bit at random. It was then that his gaze returned to the elk, watching, waiting.