Barrow Fields the oblong box

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she rises to see Masquerade coming toward her and she shakes her head, blood and spittle flying—

go! go— she manages, finding her footing again and surging after the elk. there is no quitting here; she'll carry on, with or without the long-tailed daughter by her side.

kill! she shrieks into the wind and finally catches up the prey and its hangers-on, ripping incessantly at the soft spot between belly and rear legs. it's floundering now, weighed down, bleating its last into the winter air.

she tears until she sees nothing but red, and eventually, the quarry stumbles and sighs, falling into noncommital retreat, its life-blood pouring out onto the snow.

she does not hesitate to tear it asunder.