Overture Downs winds of east

"i honor them."

their bull came on then, maddened with splendid power, and sun eater led the swinging antlers again. this time blood rose from a cut nicked to muscled shoulder, glowing its crimson there against the darkness of his fur.

jaws widened in a seething snarl; it was only he and the bull for this time, though the caribou hunter remained aware of morwenna behind him, and kept himself between she and the dying animal.

enlivened by the wound to hunting wolf, the bull made its final charge, and sun eater fled down into a small depression amid the grass. legs stained with blood at last buckled, and down the caribou came in a twitching heap.

as he had done countless times before, sun eater seized a mouthful of air and dodged the flailing hooves, teeth ripping for the taut belly as his own shoulder's blood mingled with that of the prey.

a cycle. a circle. sun eater prized its constant nature.