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Fresh from his encounter with the fawnboy and filled with a sense of triumph, Kigipigak delved down the mountainside and across the valley with a jaunt to his step and a hunger roaring to life in his belly. He tasted blood—his own blood—and felt the sting of his fresh wounds which agitated him as well as the hunger inside.

Kigipigak felt the wound on his ear-tip the strongest because of the air rippling across it as he ran. When he spotted a few trees on the horizon he moved readily towards them and ducked among their shadows, expecting a cooling sensation as the darkness engulfed him. Instead he smelled more blood and his belly groaned.

There was a trail leading through the trees that smelled stale like old meat. Towards this he went, lunging through the dark and licking his lips.