Fox's Glade Story; three,

Hunger was a constant feel, something an empitness in the heart and stomach. There was simply never a day they could not feast, but even when induldged into the delights of small prey, it all came back up. Skinny, boney and ratty, nothing could stay down correctly. He cried in desire, wanting to finally taste the delight of something delicious; a feast... Of anything.

Then one day, out of the winter hunger, did they discover the abandoned substance of a small, white, child. Of their own kin, but clearly were still warm, only recently had perished. Out of desperation did Adephagia take a bite, and since the day had occured, they never turned back from the delicicousness of the wolf.

Today another of their kind became a victim, they hunted her down like a beast, becoming a predator within their own people. When he struck her down, she only cried for her mother.. Though that voice would long be gone, as the tongue was to disappear, the eyes and the nose, everything upon the face; was to be devoured.


@Merrit