Blacktail Deer Plateau the longing of the dead

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his breathing laboured, taltos yanked savagely at the doe's haunch, but felt his grasp sliding, fangs cutting runnels in her flesh. chiding himself coldly for having entered such a conundrum, his murkwater eyes rolled as he heard the swift steps of a wolf approaching. the doe's cries were summarily cut off as dante's scent filled the delta's head, and he released her body to the earth, running salmon tongue along the more pained parts of his jawline.

you are a savior! lasher exulted, eyes bright with excitement and the still-near tread of adrenaline. lowering his muzzle, he scented the doe and the hot meat beneath her flesh, giving silent thanks to whatever deities were near for the kill.