Northstar Vale pale widows

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when stigmata lunged, mahler swept past him toward the front of the doe's body, his heavy jaws snapping soundly 'round her mouth and nose as he leapt and bore her down. it was not until the animal's cheek touched the snow that the gargoyle realized what had transpired: the bitter tang of wolfsblood sours the sweeter scent of the hunting fragrances in the air, and he glanced between the churning legs of his fellows to the sight of the stranger's cracked skull.
turning back to the weakly moving doe, mahler seized her muzzle again in a crushing vise just beneath her chin, brushing alongside takiyok, beginning to suffocate in hopes her flashing legs would lose their strength and thus threat for the other wolves who followed stigmata. between the concerted efforts of himself and takiyok's rending of the great veins, it would not be long.