Firefly Glen blood in eden

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The eagle imagined the taste of bear. He had never bothered with their corpses. The meat of predators was always sinewy and richly foul with the blood of those they had killed. For carrion, he preferred the freshly culled hooved beasts from the wolves themselves. The eye of the warrior he had taken as a mere badge of honour.

The great feathered creature rode the wind onward. It did not take them long to track down the bear. The mountain queen was full of vigour, having been absent from battle to bury the one whose eye the eagle had taken as tribute.

Yet as they found the monster there in the shadows of a wall, the familiar of the queen did not do her bidding. Instead, he found himself a perch, as before, and settled himself for the raw show of force she unleashed. His wings flapped, and he began to preen.