Arrow Lake miss mirage

@Germanicus?? :eyes:

drakon stepped into the cold waters of arrow lake, blood blooming from where the redfern wolf stepped like a grisly flower. a few shallow defensive wounds stung at the touch of water, but the warrior ignored it. the scene was painted clearly enough; a half-eaten corpse in the background, blood from both wolf and prey smeared across the ground. but drakon's wounds had come after the hunt.

beyond the abandoned meal, the body of a wolf twitched in its final death throes. some unfortunate soul, some poor bastard who'd been too hungry to care that he was risking his life against one far healthier and younger than himself over a scrap of a meal. drakon felt no guilt. the older wolf's death had been necessity. there were no rules in the wilds.