Blackfeather Woods to thirst, to crave

Prowling like the beast they are, and the hunger that carved to a smile, they looked at the morsel before. A flightly one, tough and delight, but their tang was just as pleasing. It was a matter of time before stripped of flesh and nothing but bones, a perfect dinner for the day ahead.. A storage for later, and a trophy amongst the wilds. 

They rushed head first, taking no time to a tongue rolling out to take a bite out of Rozencrantz, showing no hesitation. But, before them as a single foot was to touch the ground, it too, seemed to be stripped of it's flesh. Hidden well beneath the growth, but there was a pit, and there does the beast fall to. They desired to take the other with! A paw forth in a desperate attempt- like a child reaching for it's mother, but instead reaching forth for the last bit of the evening dinner. 

To the darkness, they wished to wisk, as Monty fell below.