Seaside Moors fallen

The winter had been more oppressive than expected. It was then that Athan contemplated joining one of the packs that so prominently dominated the land. If not for his own sake, then for Mazatl. He had been bleeding the boy dry, and it seemed that he would not last for much longer without food in him. Most of the food he caught he caught for his băiat, but even that took its toll on him.

With the morning Athan left Mazatl in the hole where they staked out the freezing rain, the thundersnow. With a shake of his pelt, the strigoi began his prowl through the coastline, searching for something more substantial than mere seabirds and crabs. He found it, though it suited Athan's tastes more than Mazatl's. He resisted the urge to lick his lips as the wolf trotted alongside the shore in his direction.