Kildeer Rest real gods require blood

nyyrikki has rejected the offering.

the ursidae had woken out of hibernation early. he isn't sure what had caused him to stir out of it. it is unlikely whatever has called him to rise from his wintersleep has continued to linger as the signs of life emerged from his cave. it was a quick process, the rush of adrenaline, the rapid and rasping breaths, a jerk of his muzzle and the opening of his eyes. a low, discontented growl had rumbled in his chest and then he was up, lumbering out into the daylight, roaming his turf. inspecting.

it is then he smells the deer and it does not take him long to find them. he goes for the the smallest of the two fawns. a swipe of his mighty paw is all it took to fell it — though it did not die right away, bleating helplessly for it's parents which had turned tail and fled the scene as quick as they could. for a short while there was peace. the ursidae was half-way through his meal when the scent of wolves is carried to him upon the wind and the peace is shattered. what is left of the small deer family is long since gone and if the wolves did not leave him be — pests as they were — they'd find themselves on the receiving end of his already bloodied teeth. the fawn was hardly enough to sate his hunger, after all.

the ursidae lets out a mighty bellow and takes off in their direction, bits of spittle and carrion flying as he lets out a second warning, heavy paws thudding against the earth. leave or share the fate of the fawn.

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written by @Wintersbane