Emberwood [m] Disaster falling on me after the sun comes up

it happens in an instant. like a shadow breaking free from the roots and snow-draped brush, stærk surges forward with startling speed. the silence of his approach is shattered by the sudden rush of movement, his scarred maw parting as he lunges toward her.

he is upon her, his scarred maw trying to seize her by the scruff of her neck. aiming to haul her upwards, to dangle her like a pup with a new toy. his breath is visible, in thick clouds of fog, puffing from flaring nostrils, heaving with the mixture of effort and excitement.