Sunset Valley hunting hawk

caribou ivory broke beneath heavy teeth, cen's tongue following into its fractured recess for the taste of blood-rich marrow.

he and @Sulukinak had eaten well. when the rabbit-fur and the slathered herbs had been peeled from his face for the final time, the empty socket stood bleak, a cavern leading into his mind.

it was then that he had brought her on the long march, the one meant for ghelan and red leaf. they had traveled, killed, eaten. 

but cen was ready now to seek his messenger. he stalked down into the higher grasses, looking for the trail of any stranger.