Cricket Creek Bog [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] vostek

Sugar sat pondering the enormous boulder for the nth time when a quavering howl broke through the crisp fall air. It was a summons from the Sovereign. Ever obedient, the youngster shot to her feet, short, slender legs pumping as she dashed across the breadth of the copse. By the time she arrived at the far western border, she was out of breath. She slowed to a trot, veering south now, headed toward the sound of voices in the distant bog.

She arrived still panting, though she drew her tongue back into her mouth and pressed her lips firmly together as her black eyes fell upon the dead ram. Sugar was as hungry as the rest of them, though it wasn't just the promise of a square meal that captured her attention. The carcass was fascinating, particularly the peculiar odor of putrefaction, the strangeness of its clouded, staring eyes and those macabre horns curling from either side of its deadhead.