Duskfire Glacier tartok

the praise soothed the beast inside of him, thrashing against the bars of its cage that were his ribs. he grunts and shakes the adrenaline off. lets the tension slowly ease from his muscles. he'd have plenty of opportunity to make the kill later—for now, they bask in their successful hunt. 

"next time, we hunt something bigger." he rivaled with a murmur. if he were to spill blood, he wanted it more significant than just a yearling caribou. upon his baskaan's orders, he steps closer to lean down and snatch a frail limb between his jaws. it threatens to splinter from the pressure. 

dragging it back toward darukaal's heart. to feed the people, to keep them strong.

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