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A sickening sound wrent the silence of the mountain, briefly bursting from a patch of twisted trees. It was a wet sound, the kind of thing that made some people feel instantly sick, or maybe morbidly curious. A few moments after the silence returned, the burly silhouette of Revui rose like a phantom and lurched free of the shade. It was unusually bright today - more like summer weather - and as the silver-clad boy moseyed on to the trail, he had to squint against the glare.

In his bloodied jaws hung some kind of animal. The neck was twisted at an awkward angle and the head was a red pendulum of broken parts, kept together by ligaments and skin. Revui was unphased by the state of the stoat. There was the dimmest gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he began to stride along the ridge, but that faded as swiftly as the sound of the animal's death had. He seemed lethargic. For a compulsive eater, the fact that he hadn't eviscerated and then eaten his prey as soon as he could was, well, bizarre.

He was oblivious to the shape of a wolf on the path. As he got closer, so did she — and with both of them distracted, it was only a matter of time before his beefy shape smacked right in to her slender one. This result in Revui opening his mouth to huff indignantly at whoever dared block his way (ignorant to the fact that he was really at fault), which meant the freshly killed stoat fell from his mouth - right in to Bee's path, crushing the flowers that had distracted her.