4/24/2025, 2:59 AM
AW, but attn Tsukikage
the gulls had found it first.
their shrieking led morwenna down the slope toward the lake’s silver mirror, and there — tucked beneath alder and bone-white driftwood — lay the elk, bloated and half-claimed.
not a clean kill.
but it was fresh enough.
with no pride to weigh her down, the black queen stepped lightly over the reeds, nose wrinkling as she tested the scent. she moved with purpose, picking through what remained: a haunch untouched, sinew stiff with cold, and a foreleg still worth the effort. her teeth sank into it. there was marrow here.
the water lapped the shore behind her, and morwenna did not look back. her thoughts were on meat, and what dreamless sleep it might allow.