Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

the mountains facing the now-frigid wetlands had housed a band of coyotes. though hungered and sore, mahler routed them with long snaps of his scarred muzzle; he caught a hapless yearling from last season's litter and slew it there upon the border between noctisardor and the land past that.
the blood clung proudly to his lips, his chest; he discarded the body and scraped snow over the still form. a fitting tribute to what rivenwood had wrought here. and still he watched for the leader of legion; he searched cunningly and with focus across the snowdrifts for any of those who might have stolen into the shadows.