Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

Snow fell heavy over Moonspear in the dawn, blanketing a crouched Dragomir with a peppering of white. Despite this, he dared not move. Several feet away was a marmot, seemingly oblivious to the carnivore hunched nearby, and he was being especially careful not to startle it. Most of Dragomir's hunts ended unsuccessfully as a result of inexperience, but he really hoped to be able to bring Isilmë some food that he'd caught himself. He just had to get this kill.

Luck was on his side as he rocked his hindquarters, avoiding stepping on a twig by a mere inch; luck was on his side when he streaked from his cover and the marmot hesitated, thinking he was a mere shadow; and luck was on his side when he felt its warmth between his paws and drove his muzzle down, ending it with a tearing yank of his muscled neck. Blood splattered the snow underfoot as Dragomir gave the marmot a shake, then dropped it with a hungry whine, fighting the urge to eat it right then and there.

@Desdemona Sparring thread!