Chimera Fields apollonius

oh, he has done it!

'too fast,' her foot. Avicus barks in triumph as Karst's teeth finds the deer's throat, and she takes the opportunity to drag it further down by the hindquarters: gripping on, lion upon gazelle in the Serengeti. they have done it.

and there is no pecking order here. no Merrick to chastise, no Aventus to grandstand. she dives in immediately, eating as though she never has before (it has been some time. . .). her muzzle darkens, her gums and teeth stained, her stomach groaning at the sudden fullness after so long.

he will eat, too. he needs not her permission; he has risen another notch in her eyes. a man of worth, of use.

so strange that the bear-children find themselves here, so far from the valley—and yet, they are, and live, and eat.