Shadowwyn Moor life eternal

sun eater swept away the question to narrow that single eye at kenai. so. the man before him had once been a boy following a dying mother. such things were not unheard of, though the man's cold curiosity wanted to know where his pack had been.

for now, the caribou. one of the animals had collapsed once, staggering back to its feet, but he understood it was not long for this world. "saatsine hunt all through valley. we kill many. only strongest caribou will give babies in warm time. only best meat for caribou hunters."

a joyous culling that he did not find wasteful. for every body the saatsine did not fully consume, they offered that flesh to ravens and foxes and those starving of their own kind, lone wolves. lone mothers. a collective sharing he could not articulate.

"kill with me." his breath plumed in the cold air. "become saatsine. never hungry again." but the chieftain did not wait; he was loping already, pushing through the trees to find the dark figure of the caribou limping ahead of he and kenai.