Moonspear a marked deck

His life would have flashed before his eyes if he'd lived at all, but no such experience would transpire. If she had chosen to rip his throat out for whatever inconsistent damage he had perpetrated, he would have only seen blackness, a swarming dark that would snuff the life from his ember-like eyes.
When she withdrew he breathed a little easier. He rolled to his side, head nearly level with his rigid shoulders and ears slicked back with a limp quality typically reserved for children; he snakes towards her and licks the air furtively, catching her chin.
What are you doing? Asked the queen.
Her voice was different; not as heavy, not as level. Lilting, but still cold. He does not question that this might be a sister for Tye does not know there are so many blue-eyed monsters upon this mountain. He withdraws slightly as he says, Hunt.