Haunted Wood Dazed {Mature}

Black Hat, too, had taken notice of Radar's disappearance. He called for her a day ago and received no response. Well, he wasn't about to go searching for her — there were far more useful bodies around the Haunt, now. If Vengeance wanted to speak to him about it, fine, but he wasn't concerned.

So he instead laid in the wispy shadows of a willow tree, focused on gnawing away at some indistinct bone to strip away what little meat and sinew was left on it. Once finished with that, he got to work crushing it betwixt his carnassials to suck out the nutritious marrow. He'd experienced his fair share of hard times, but starvation was never included in that bundle until now, and it was all thanks to those blasted earthquakes. The pessimistic part of him wondered if he had the misfortune to be born at a time when life as they knew it would finally come to an end — the Apocalypse.

He wouldn't be fucking surprised.