Blacktail Deer Plateau i should have worshipped her

Pura watched the father soothe his son. His weak, stupid, tiny, crying son - the son that took up all of his time and demanded constant attention. The titan moved back a few paces, keeping his eyes on the dark, tear-streaked face of his target. "Does he make you angry?" he asked. The mere sight of the child ignited a primal hunger in Pura that he could not imagine ignoring - the need to end the spread of another's genes, though the boy did not understand the biology. All he knew was hunger.