Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

warning: mention of gore. AW.

shardik dragged the lean limbed corpse from the cave, staining the white snow with streaks of red matter.

he knew the dog had come from here -- where there was one, there was always bound to be more. like rats they came from the woods, infiltrating, multiplying -- shardik's gums lifted in a grimace of contempt. he would exterminate every one of them that dared settle so close to his favored den.

he had outsmarted this little thing -- how hard would it be to outsmart the rest of them? they were stupid and blinded by the bounds of their pack. they would come the moment they heard his throaty bellow descend their cliffs -- they would see their packmate, and surely, they would throw themselves to his jaws just as this stupid little dog had done.

shardik threw raleska's body -- (if it could still be called such - it was mangled beyond repair, her skull bare and open, her spine broken, her limbs contorted in grotesque displays of lifelessness) to the hard edge of stone. his thick skull tilted to the sky as a brutal bellow rended the air, throaty and murderous and summoning all to come and witness the might of shardik.