Dawnlark Plains redthroat

The woman left, which was fine by Marston.

No need to share when it seemed there were already so many to share with. The fox seemed already upon the cusp of death. Gasping and twitching. Marston recalled the coyote. Recalled the deer.

This would be easier, he thought. No flying long legs or hooves pointed to blow his face. Of course it still had teeth and claws but...

Kill it.

All he ever needed to hear, to launch into a bloody frenzy at once. This time he wished to be quick instead of purely violent.

Teeth around an already weak windpipe.