Moonspear filling me with wonder for all that is

arcturus was heedless to the gathering storm of dark wings that collected in trees above. he was heedless to the fawn's pitiful bleat, heedless even to his brother's shepherding of the piteous creature: all that filled is vision was the glut of swelling intenstines and blood-matter.

once he had eaten his fill he lifted his muzzle from the warmth of the shocked doe's belly, looking curiously on the spectacle of revui herding the limping creature. rising with a grunt the boy jauntily trotted after his brother, his head low with predatory interest as he tracked the fawn's limping progress.

he hadn't gone very far when the flutter of something settled behind him; arcturus turned round sharply, his sights falling on the cluster of crows that had wasted no time in plucking the doe's felled form -- with a roar he spun and charged after them, belligerent as an irate boar.