Dawnlark Plains θ

blackfell moves apart, veering left. distance widens quietly, paws sinking silent into snowdrift. eyes lock onto another target—an older cow, lagging, gait uneven. limp clear in each careful step.
she moves slowly, cautious. breath steams visibly, labored. easy prey.
he stalks closer, body low, powerful shoulders rolling beneath dark fur. teeth itch, hunger sharp. adrenaline pulses, hot despite winter’s bite. his eyes flick once to skorpa.
he explodes forward. muscles surge beneath dark fur, power unleashed in a swift, violent rush. snow sprays beneath pounding paws. he closes fast.
she turns sharply, panic flashing in wide eyes. her limp betrays her, stumbling, hind leg faltering. an opening for skorpa.