Fairspell Meadow Dead in wonderland

He hadn't left the territory for a few days after his tryst with Sialuk, tending instead to the internal needs of Brecheliant. Eventually, he made his way down the caldera and entered the meadow, nose low, searching for game to bring home.

Nostrils flared, he stood suddenly upright, a clenching of his stomach.

You're kidding me, he murmured.

A shadow-clad woman, hunting—but the smell of blood and fresh kill that accompanied her paled in comparison to the odor she carried herself. Sweet and pungent. . .

Fuuuuuuck, Killdeer remarked. He ought to walk away.

And yet.