Golden Glade demuts

such a grand gesture! atoztli’s eyes widen as she takes in the visual splendor of this creature; even the dews of blood display spectacular color. 

of this creature she must learn more. she runs a paw down its muscular haunch, up past its long gaskin, down the fluted ribcage holding offal. 

its magical properties must be learned; did its antlers share the same power as its cervine cousins? did a hoof pared down to its caulking bring good luck?

her gaze travels to the strapping hunter. tell me more of this creature.