Overture Downs 2am fridge raid

A small herd of deer had taken up residence beyond the Mudminnow River, delving further across the downs as the hours wore on. At their heel was the grizzled, black-masked man who made no effort to conceal himself. Mud made a patchwork of his already striated coat, slicking the furnishings of his limbs down against the bone, making him look even older and more haggard than normal — but he did not mind.

His mind wandered from the trail of the grazers, to the sun caught behind a cloud, to the shapes of the clouds themselves, and back again. There wasn't much around these parts to admire, and besides that, Darius hadn't eaten in nearly a fortnight. His mind was drifting because he was hungry and growing despondent, and these were things he vaguely recognized as he prowled along.