Fairspell Meadow i watched you change

   

a hunt it was to be then.
        buffalo's belly tightened with an anticipation that was not wholly driven by instinct — whatever would come of this little game would be something the madman would enjoy. biting back the gleeful cackle driven to his ribald lips, the bloodstained man lowered his muzzle, slinking between the tall wavering stalks with careful steps. he half-suspected his quarry wished to be caught, and pondering this parted buffalo's jaws in a silent grin.
        pausing in his steps, the madman swept his gaze slowly along his path, searching for a trembling shadow, the glint of watchful, humoured eyes — and flexed his forepaws against the earth.