Redtail Rise piercing

Morning dawned with a light frost accompanied by a heavy mist, creating swirling shikigami that danced and clawed at his flanks before the sun rose to feast. And feast he must too. 

"Orobashi, you fool." The spirit was weak, but it hungered. A clack of his teeth and Orobashi had made a decision.

The vessel slunk where the scent of pack wolves was weakest, tongue flicking snake-like to taste the air for caches. The stink of carrion was hard to miss - he began to dig. Emerging brown-nosed and wide-eyed, a goats leg clutched between his teeth, the ghost turned to make a beeline back the way he had come.