Grouse Thicket a fresh new grave, a corpse i crave

Many creatures perished within the month. Some big, others small. Most of the bodies were buried deep within the mud, but not the doe’s.

Her body had yet to be touched. She may very well have died within the hour. The cause of her demise is unimportant; what’s done is done. The carcass would either end up at the bottom of the earth or the belly of a beast.

Parasite had a morbid attraction to death. It was nearly impossible to ignore its sickly scent.

When he came across the fallen doe, he did not dig in like any other predator would. He sat patiently as if he were waiting for the hors d'euvre at a dinner party.