Cassiopeia's View the master and margarita

She went, and he followed. It wasn't uncommon for the man to lag behind, distracted by a peculiar scent or stopping to rest. He always caught up with her, however, and was thankful she made no effort to cover her tracks. They weren't stealthy thieves that slunk through the night, no. They simply took what they could and made do with what life presented them with. Whether it was fresh meat, carrion or...other bodies...Gristle really didn't mind. As long as it kept his stomach full.

But food was becoming ever more scarce. They were lucky since leaving the canyon that famine hadn't reached as far as the hinterlands beyond. The winter was still bearing down upon them, though, and who knew what prey was like here.

Gristle came up beside the beastly female he had been following as she stood and surveyed the lands that spread before them. He glanced southwards, towards the ocean, before staring straight at the distant mountain range. He gave a low chuff at the sight, as if displeased.