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The brute wandered from the woods, the call of the sea invited him to draw closer. He would turn back soon, to his forest, but for now, he would investigate the salted plains. He silently crossed through, his huge paws cracking the thin, salted surface. He head swung side to side, not bothering to restain his movement.
He was still the whole part of a formidable predator, and in the summer he would leave the forest to seek what was beyond but would return every winter.

He lifted his head, looking to the grey gulls circling the grey sky, cawing like vultures. His eyes lowered again and landed on an ungulate carcass. Moving forward quicker now, his maw salivated so large globs dripped from his tan mouth. He reached the carcass and, without a second thought, ripped into the decaying flesh.