The Sentinels the things that we bury

for @Draven

after patrolling ironclan’s actual borders, it’s hale saltking diverts his attention then to the sentinels; a chimera of a territory. partly burnt and partially full of vibrant, new life. or, hibernating new life with the change of the season. the parts of the forest that still bear the scars of the fire that unknowingly nearly killed his mother does not seem to deter the rutting deer and wintersbane is glad for it. he keeps a keen eye on the small herds that seem to grow. there is one in particular he watches: it started with one buck and a doe and has since accumulated three more doe.

how many more would the stag draw into his little ungulate harem?

partially, wintersbane keeps an eye on them for the amusement of it; mostly, he is keen on the meat that they will provide his wolves in the months to come. it’s the stag’s trail he follows now, leisurely, tracking rather than hunting today.

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