Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

he was off again; he caught another fawn, and another, relishing in the sound of their brief and helpless bleats before he was forced to collapse, panting, smeared in blood. his mismatched eyes flickered as the haze lifted from him -- he peered around for his silent, stoic companion, spotting her with the first fawn. "hunting with me has its perks," he chuckled, before tearing into the flank of one small carcass to begin his feast.