Bramblepoint Must be the way you whisper

I couldnt resist! no loss of limbs or senses but if vengeance wants to go ham that's cool! :D

the snow was not white. as dasher marched along, his nose caught it, as well as his eyes. something on the snow? blood. not fresh- old blood, but blood all the same, as if it was marking out a red brick road to some unknown origin. dasher knew better than to fuck with trouble, but he couldn't resist. heavy hooves followed the path until- oh?

something there, just up ahead. a little pest, dark and seemingly the origin of the trail. and with its back to him! oh, how he wanted to maim it, to make him a better source of blood in that snow. but shall he risk it? for now, he would wait to see if the little thing would notice his looming figure just a few yards back.