Stone Circle brother i go to my lair to die

"regipre." he rolled the name in his heavy tongue. "i am shardul." there it was -- the sharing of their names -- and he looked upon her leg now. "you have slowed me." but there was no malice in his tone, naught but a base curiosity. the coyote had matched his pace thus far, but he recognized the pain in her, and if she was to survive the winters, it would not do well for her to lag behind, prey for a wolf or bear, perhaps. he looked at the shining white bones beginning to show beneath the meat of the duck -- he himself had felled a fawn for his sustenance, and so did not not hunger, only drawn by the sight.