Shadewood His hair's on fire and his heart is burning

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He watched in silence as the unnamed wolf departed. His tail swished slowly back and forth until darkness, and the curve of the earth, had swallowed the figure whole, and even then he watched the place where the male had disappeared for a while after. Only when he felt satisfied with the assurance that he was alone, did he relax enough to begin grooming himself clean, sliding into a prone position at the side of the half-eaten fawn.

He remained with the kill for another day or so— protecting it from all manner of scavenger— until he had picked the carcass clean himself, and went on with his explorations.

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