Dragoncrest Cliffs spiders flee before it

It had been attracted to the site of a fresh kill. There was blood on the snow, and a few lean pickings left here and there like bits of grisley confetti. The great bird stalked among the ruins of the creature that had once been: a hale and healthy deer, now met with its heavy-handed fate. And, although there was a deep and fervent hunger in the bird's eyes, it did not peck at the gristle or the endtrails that had been left behind.

Instead, it searched through the snow, seeming intent on finding some unknowable object. Back and forth it paced, great, glossy wings mantling every now and again as it maneuvered over the uneven ground. It seemed, despite its duck-footed gait, rather more unsettling than comical.