Stone Circle lunch

The Stone Prince trots confidently through the blooming meadows of the hunting fields. The granite wolf's tail swayed proudly behind him. A fortuitous bounty held within his jaws: a deer fawn. The summer newborn has been stumbled upon as Ujurak assessed one of the herd's movements. The fawn's white spots were stark against its tawny brown fur. He marveled over it, almost feeling bad for the poor thing. But he had found it, and he had a pack to feed.

Turquoise eyes flitted between his destination within the prism grove and the ground in front of the feet. His step remained brisk to escape the midday, but he did not which to stumble over the fawn as he carried it. A dark form caught his eye in one such sweep of his gaze. A shadow swayed back and forth, occasionally passing over the path before him. Turning his attention upwards, a black set of wings lifted high overhead. A lone raven. Ujurak's jaw tightened on his prize. He set into a lope to find a place within the grove to cache the fawn.