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many of her days were spent stretching wide across the flatlands, marking territories in the mental moving boxes of her brain. she returned regularly to the glacier to preform daily chores; patrol, socializing when necessary, stuffing caches with the small game caught off on her brisk trips.

each return offered the fading scents of souls lost to the wind, and she found herself amused at their declining numbers. should the glacier fall, the viper would readily slither on to the next willing pack that would host her and her future offspring.

there would be little lost for the snake amongst the songbirds.

with day-to-day responsibilities completed, the stormcloud slipped free from the glacier once more and set off towards the lake she had seen in passing, but never up close. it was on her way that she caught the aroma of a man, and steered her course to catch a glimpse of the wanderer amongst the bison.

should he be displeasing to the eye, she intended to pass him by with silence and a disinterested blink. but oh, she'd been blessed with eye candy. a handsome man of considerable size with all the right proportions in all the right places.

she immediately shot the nameless man to the top of her potential donor list, and let absinthe gaze drink in the sight of him until she was drunk and stumbling.