Seaside Moors [m] pine drop

what cen felt later was a stretched-tight belly, delicate meat he meant to carry back to red leaf.

"augh!" he yawned and stretched and chewed idly on a small piece of bloodied bone, no longer hungry but wishing the cut of his teeth against it. 

"i must go home now, cousin. i am still a father. but this hunt has been so good for my blood." cen exhaled, rising to take deep draughts of the clean air. "you will come with me then? when i leave this place?"