Shadowwyn Moor sun killer

They would go to find these ugly things—a segment of the otherwise incalculable herd that had begun to grown fat with future meals.

The sight of them was horrific to Sulukinak.

The way their bodies had already begun to thicken in places, or round, even if it was only the packing on of fat for the winter, was unsettling. Winter made them slow in moving and with odd gaits; these things made illness come to mind for the girl, and she wished to cull them, but was learning that patience would be a better option.

If she held questions she would not speak them. It was better now to work—to watch, listen, and study.

Fade?