The moon was waxing in the sky above the plaguebringer. The slender young man lingered among the mists and trees, lounging across a flat rock that was still warm from the previous day's sun. With his legs out behind him, he gnawed on what was left on the femur of a deer kill he’d scavenged from. Below the rock were a few other bones he’d carried with him.

Meticulously, he peeled what he could from the bone with his incisors, licking and savoring it. Yueshi was no mighty hunter, and the kill he’d stolen from was a gift. From the gods, he thought to himself with amused irony. He started to giggle to himself, pulled the femur into his mouth and pinned it between his bone-crushing molars. A crack echoed in the still air around him and he proceeded to suck the marrow out of his prize.