Phoenix Maplewood this feelings just begun [m]

each time new snow brushed him, augur's tail swung.

the birds were louder. augur kept his pace. soon a large carcass was revealed to the wolves: a dead bull elk. the hunter sniffed at the cut in its throat. perhaps it had been made by the tine of another antler.

two dozen ravens had risen to the trees. but now they began to return, landing boldly upon the ground. one hopped back onto the carrion and stared defiantly at new snow.

augur ignored them. he settled at the withers of the elk and began to feed.