Dawnlark Plains Why are you sitting at home on the floor?

Eat, eat, eat, eat…

Each heavy thudding fall of paw against snow brought the bear closer. The wolf gazed at him with an expression he could not read. The World Eater had no time to decipher the emotions of such whelps.

The scent of her meat made him mad with hunger. This wolf did not turn to flee, like the others had. This wolf stared at him with wide eyes. Heimsætur was content in his belief that this beast had accepted its fate and would wait patiently for his strike to fall on its body. This slowed the confident gait of the bear until it plodded up to where the wolf was. The World Eater’s dark eyes devoured the shape of her body in its stare.

A massive paw was raised and swung down at the wolf. Claws like razors waited to meet their mark.