Overture Downs the sun will come out tomorrow..

he had failed to slay the woman upon the beach, and had fled a pack of wolves. shardul's confidence in himself had been greatly shaken. it was time that he gathered himself and returned unto the scene of his last success. two wolves had he bloodied at the hollow; shardul truly did not know if they had lived or died. but his path was clear, his steps precise - the silver cat at dusk arrived near the packlands, but at the edge of a meadow where the thick stench of the hollow wolves had been lain.

while he was aware of his visibility, and would have not entered the lowlands normally, the sight of  a dark figure moving among the reeds caught his murderous eye. an agouti jackal he had maimed; a wolf the colour of snow. he did not recall that he had ever caught a wolf of this charcoal hue. 

for some time the cat watched her with the pointed interest known only unto his species. the fool had started to dig, overturning the small roots of bitter flowers with her muzzle.

shardul, overcome with the crushing weight of his unsated needs, flattened himself against the earth and began to stalk the senseless creature.