Moonsong Glacier the sun is not a-bed

The doe was quickly felled! 

He saw her, from the corner of his eye. She did it! She did the bite that took life.

Fallen Sun was so proud of her, and he hoped one day, he'd remember this moment and tell her that. 

For now, he unclenched his jaw from her ankle and panted, fang stained red for a time and tongue lolling as air was drawn into his lungs.