Dawnlark Plains [m] haruspex

blood stained his jaw, seeping from the liver held between his teeth.

shadows crisscrossed his vision from overhead; the wind was like a death rattle breath, and rather than the sour notes of brine, the hunter tasted only iron.

he loped inland.
a blood trail threaded upon the snow.

scattered viscera lead west to an empty vessel—what once might have been a wild sheep; faceless, and with a hollowed belly.