The Heartwood Never Felt a feeling of comfort.

summersun baring foam white teeth scorching short fur and making view hazy but hunter eyes knew movement of prey like shape of food bowl

antelope raced over open field and so far behind went the hound keeping speed yet pace even not to tire out faster than pronghorn 

pronghorn faced midfield wood but hunter knew pronghorn would change direction go around it was young but it knew it couldn't race in there

(good enough heshe had been seeing wolfbeasts in-between trees lurking eyes glowing voices rising)

but it saw something,

and in moment lacking awareness tripped over dirt mound kicking up ants and pebbles.

hunter knew no better moment would come,

shehe put strength into legs and lunged at pronghorn still regaining footing,

teeth sunk into side of neck hanging on,

prey thrashed to regain weightless freedom,

memory

jaws slackened and t.k. was flung away,

rolling and rolling in dirt and summergrass

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