The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

It took Fig a moment to realize he was no longer alone in the hunt. For the briefest moment, the scent on the air changed, stealing his attention from his prey to searching the slopes for the source of the disruption. He eventually spotted her, a pale cloud crouched in a sea of green. And while he couldn’t exactly tell from where he stood, he suspected her eyes were trained upon the same herd of deer as his.

Fig’s first reaction was instinctual—a sudden, territorial urge to drive her off that, quite frankly, surprised him. It was the surprise that leveled his head and put him back in the mindset to reason. His chance of making a kill were far greater now with a hunting partner, and there would be plenty of meat to share. He wondered at the aggression he felt with her near, but suppressed it for now. It was time to hunt.

He gave her a significant glance as the doe he targeted lowered its heavy body onto the ground. It’s moment of rest was their opportunity, so Fig broke cover and charged just as it finished tucking its legs in inconveniently beneath it.