Overture Downs winds of east

"yes."

his breath stood a pinnacle of white in the frigid air, tilting his head toward the kill. second blood belonged to morwenna, whose scent had begun to mix with the heavy sweetness of blood.

electric, that touch; it coursed through sun eater to form happy home in his leery gut.

but first, she would eat what he had killed while wearing its pelt, and sun eater would allow himself the singular pleasure of being both witness and sentinel as she shared the bounty of saatsine.