Overture Downs winds of east

sun eater stood apart from the kill, drawing harsh inhales that became exhalations scudding out across the fine plain and the retreating herds of observant caribou.

he had not noticed the wound after its initial cut; now the rent skin reminded him with a sharp sting, a dull throb. bloodflow might have slowed, but his legfur was tacky with it.

"wait."

the lanzadoii hunter did not pause. his teeth set to the hide and started to tear it from the warm limp body. it took a time he did not have but was sacrificed all the same, until at last the skin stood naked and marked by running veins.

the pelt. for morwenna. and if allowed, a rough movement set the bloody hide around her shoulders.

dizzy, fighting it, sun eater grunted once in acquiescence and settled his haunches firmly against the ground. it would not do to fight what he knew to be a truth; nor would it do for the caribou man to dissuade the attentions of a woman he decided at last he wanted.

silent, that. decidedly not saatsine. sun eater allowed his gaze drift to the dead caribou and there for a time he left his attentions.