Shimmering Sands sun conch

the muradoii queen will be found with a bloodied carcass dragged through sand, thick legs straining, snout clamped hard upon ruined spine.

it is not a fresh kill. it has been half-gutted, half-devoured, its ribs exposed like the fingers of the drowned.

her body has thickened. not only from the bulk of pregnancy now gone, but the brawn that remained. her hips heavy, flanks still bruised with labor’s memory.

the white scarred woman makes to lay down with the kill scattered behind her. a heavy paw draped possessively. her eyes track kusax̱asaa’s approach with quiet, but no hostility.

maybe even a cold admiration glinting. or is it a bloodlust? no one can tell. not even her. especially not the children that play down the length of the sand stretch. for them she casts a single look, mother bear glimpsing with protective eyes, then back to the black scar.

silent for now. only looking with those glowering crimson eyes.