Totoka River teeth like kindling

the raven man kills, and it is as easy for him as breathing. a violent heart writhes beneath his skin, yes. erys will keep it fed. a wicked, boyish grin plays on his lips, wiped clean as emýr approaches with prize in hand. orders him to eat, and erys is nothing if not obedient.

he eats his fill, muzzle shredding innards to a fine slush. the liver first, then the kidneys. the heart. the flesh of its chest and hind are left for last, delicacies not to be wasted. when all is said and done, he lifts his head. humorous look in his eye, he opens his jaws and speaks.

"thank you."

he braces himself and waits.