Duskfire Glacier The moon cuts a path

The plan was a success. While her companion grabbed and killed one fox with ease, Dione grabbed the other with a vicious shake. It was dead just as quickly.

Dropping the carcass and licking the small amount of blood from her lips, she eyed the other. Have you ever prepared a pelt before? She asked. One of these would look quite nice against your fur. She chose to break the silence they had hunted in, voicing her thoughts. It would be a shame to waste such lovely furs, nonetheless.