Neverwinter Forest sarsen moon

“чи өлсгөлөн? The woman is hungry?”

Jamukha had intended his goat as a gift to the forest khan, this Solharr, as she named. But the horselord would not ride out with a woman on a wanting belly. With no elaborate debate he moves swiftly for the requisitioned animal, grabbing it by the neck before it can make a final bid for the trees. He throws it bucking onto its spine, pinning it down with heavy back paws and tears its belly open with his teeth. A snout thrusts into the animals’ twitching guts, all the way up to a darkened crown, teeth squeezing off the aorta to stop the animal’s heart. In a few moments the goat’s head has flopped to the side, dying with barely a drop of blood spilled.

He gestures wordlessly for the kill, an offering not for the quarry, but to the woman who would lead him there. He tongues at the gore on his maw.

“Jamukha. My name.”