Fox's Glade plague maiden

farther from his claim than he dared to be for long, stigmata passed through fox's glade with a marching pace, slow-chasing the bloodied trail of a limping doe he'd injured miles back. though his reasons to elope from the bed of his mountain lake came few and far between, food was by far his most consistent distraction -- often taking him on odd trips such as this, just for a guaranteed meal.

he didn't have the reserves to take her down alone, but he had the patience and resolve to wear her out, and she had collapsed twice already -- leaving great red smears on the ground to follow.  it wouldn't be long now before the staggering creature would be unable to continue; and the general could only hope the low, low sun wouldn't set before then.

@Indra