Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

blood.

hanging in the air like a delicate thread of spider silk.

and yet sariel did not raise their head. they made no eye contact. they just stared blank, seeing and knowing nothing until their next command.

drool.

it wobbled at the corners of their mouth, rapidly spilling over and dripping down their jaw to the ground beneath them. a small pool formed.

eat.

they lunged, up into a half sit, wrenching meat from bone and near sobbing with relief. their breath came in great hitches, blood drenched their dark snout. bloodlust painted their eyes, but only for the food.

to the one who gave it, their savior, the commander, they just gave a teary eyed grateful look, and thankful whines between snarls at the food.