Cedar Sweep nordstjärna

This man was too kind. It surprised Rosenskärm; he had not thought anyone would be out this late, let alone someone willing to give away a warm meal. He did not question the man at all.

What a mann! Rosenskärm gasped around a smile, and then descended upon the limp body of the deer. It had only just died and so the heart still trembled. The blood was warm — as he cut in to the belly and began to carefully pull the fawn apart, he could feel the heat rising like embers from the gut.

It was messy work and he came away bloody, but fed. He chuffed and ducked his head as a sign of thanks to the other man, and the sound was wet because his snout was so thoroughly painted. It was an ugly look and in the coming hours Rosenskarm would clean himself.

Many thanks, jagermann.