Two Rivers Isle Just like ground zero was the surface of the sun

The brute lumbered out, wanting to hunt. Hunt and eat and eat and eat. 
He drooled slightly, the sky turning shades of pink and dull grey. A shape moved off in the dimming light.
He moved towards it, sideways on. It looked like some lost fawn, stumbling about. Dirt kicked up onto the ursine's face as he bore down on the 'fawn'. An easy meal, right?

Mud splashed up onto his forehead, making him flinch and squint, shaking his head but not slowing.
Hunger. Food.
Soon enough, he was nearly upon his target, unable to see quite so well.