Arrow Lake mourntart

stigmata returned them to their primordial roots - hungering down the trail of a fettered deer; scouring along the limp-line it had carved in the snow. the smokehound felt confident with the ox-made wolf at his side. the two of them in tandem could likely bemoan a hale stag to death, let alone one that was already crippled.

he appreciated the intense silence shared between them - a quite borne of bloodthirst - and when at last the smell of deer had strengthened to its pinnacle, stigmata paused to allow the young male first pursuit, if only to see how he performed when given point.