Northstar Vale pale widows

he turns, incredulous at the man's bold words, and stops dead in his tracks. he had been curious as to why his assertion was met with such indifference, but now—curious no longer. for there were three, now, a pair of wolves steadfast and silent by his side.

the prey-stealer and his acolytes. how. . .charming.

stani's lips curve in a smile without warmth, revealing a row of sharp, yellowed teeth. i was never confused, sir, just insistent on reaping what i have sown, he says diplomatically, staring down the trio. shall we hunt?

he is tired of an empty belly, of sleepless nights. he will have flesh and he will have it today.