Bearclaw Valley the divine right of kings

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the clatter echoes through the valley, reverberating off the walls.

winter is coming, and the bucks are horny. no, really—great antlers protrude from their heads, and two of these racks are engaged in combat now. as the sun sets, the deer clash, each attempting to savage the other in pursuit of a mate.

the winner gets to sire the next generation. the loser. . .

is dinner, Avicus thinks. or perhaps both. but she cannot do it alone. she watches them from a distance, huddled in the midst of some shrubbery. anyone nearby will be able to hear their cries of battle, the crashing of their bodies together.

she waits for other hunters to arrive, but is content to sit and watch if they do not.

blood is blood, after all, no matter if it's spilled from the jaws of a predator or from the horns of prey.