Chimera Fields may it be a light to you in dark places

velen woke with a strange agitation setting his teeth on edge. he sought the fringes of the bay for a patrol, but even that did not quell the rising frustration within him, and so he departed for the day, under pretense of hunting.
imposing, broadening, the mayfair-cairn cut an impressive figure as he swung inland, following the scent of elk who had come down from the mountains. and while he could not fathom taking one alone, velen bounded through the frozen field at the small herd all the same, sending them scattering at a terrified lope.
for some time he did this, testing lazily the stragglers, avoiding the lowered antlers of the males; tongue lolling, the boy watched them gallop for the ruined part of the territory before following at a brisk trot, anything to satisfy or exhaust the overwhelming desire for something he could not name.