Arrow Lake mourntart

slinking about the frost-rimmed lake, stigmata followed the lone tracks of a limping stag - a casualty of the pitiless mountain trails. it had made it this far, pursuing what all survivalists persisted for, but its herd had abandoned the meandering mule a day or so prior, and it wouldn't be long now before the warhunter successfully drove the fractured elk to its death. he would harry it each time it dared rest, and soon, diaspora would eat fine once more; courtesy of the sunspire's bounties.

the shadows deepened, and a steady snow began as night approached. this forced stigmata to inwardly debate on whether or not he should press forward. the stag would die eventually - with or without the wolf's prodding - but finding a buried, frozen elk-sicle wasn't exactly preferable to a hot, steaming meal.

@Thorn