Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

he was aware she was watching him, and had they not been on the hunt in that very moment, he might have called her out for being a creeper. however, he also knew he could be odd himself, and so let it go. the momentary flicker of a leaf caught his eye and he froze for a second, fixed on the brush where he knew a small fawn lay, breathing quietly in terror.

yet he was upon it in the next, sweeping down like a pale and vengeful demon; he caught it by its throat and broke its neck. tossing it to the ground, buffalo moved onward, searching for another -- the bloodlust had taken him.