Nova Peak Λ

the herd already breaking, stirred to panic by skorpa’s bellow. hooves cracking against frost, bodies colliding in storm of fur and instinct.
gold plated eyes lock upon the straggler; lame, slower than the rest, struggling to find rhythm in the chaos.
dark mercenary surges forwards, breath sharp in his throat. teeth baring beneath blackened lips that salivate with growing hunger. he is soon on her, weight crashing upon her flank, ignoring a jab to the ribs by hoof. rolling with it and letting teeth feast upon her muscle, shredding.