Moonspear filling me with wonder for all that is

✴      The mother could do nothing but watch as the wolves gradually took notice of her fawn. Revui was intent to investigate the misty-eyed creature as she dreamily observed his brother; as Arcturus drifted closer to the fawn, the doe tried to call her child close, she bleat sounds that meant nothing to the wolves, and the fawn could barely do anything. Revui's ears turned at the sound of movement and then he glanced surreptitiously after the fawn as it sort-of came to, but it couldn't do much. When it began to cry, Revui let out a huff and tossed his brother a look.

What do we do? He was asking his shadow.

They could kill the doe and maybe with the help of an adult, stash her body. That would earn them praise from mom and dad, he assumed. But what of the fawn? It seemed like a worthwhile toy to keep around — but maybe the adults would take that too, and Revui didn't like the idea. He seemed to make up his own mind after some slow thinking, and abruptly turned towards the suffering doe, his bloody teeth glistening, as he set to work tearing in to her.

He could save the fawn for later.