Meadowlark Prairie that the people would see me too as a poet

Naberius' own heart was far from cold. He was in fact, a bleeding heart who's love and lust was endless, wanting so much of the world and so willing to give much in return. 

But what of this child? It was tired, starving, terrified. It was likely so he would not find his mother before hunger took hi.. He would die, he would be eaten. It might as well be by Naberius and this young lady. The sooner, the better. 

The yearling looped around, bringing the calf into the sand wolf's direction. The calf tried to alter its course in the last moments but its exhaustion did not make for a successful feign. Naberius captures it by a bite under the young deer's neck and yanking hard to bring it down.