Don't tell me that

Fitz-Nytalen was the best at so many things, and all because his deity had granted him special powers and insights to complete his mission.  It had been Nytalen's blessing on Fitz that had lead him to where a single pronghorn was standing with a calf that would never move.  The herd had been unwilling to wait for her to accept the reality of the stillborn babe.

Fitz felt no need to kill the mom but he still had his work cut out for him as the mothr tried to defend her dead babe.  Fitz managed to avoid her antler's and got enough nasty rips in her flesh that she finally left the child but only to go a short distance away with that lost expression.  Fitz didn't bother waiting to eat and soon heard the sound of the mom finally leaving.  for one lone wolf the baby pronghorn would be a nice meal.  Nothing free came easy, especially not for those blessed by his dark deity but that didn't mean a few freebies didn't come out before a harsh task ahead.  Certainly Fitz had a hard long mission ahead as he struggled to learn how to teach wolves the truth of worshipping his lord.

It would come in time.  The meal was making Fitz in a good state of mind.  Nytalen had led him to this lucious land after having spent time in barren lands.  Other wolves were bound to come here and perhaps those who would be wiser in listening to his beliefs.  "Watch over me Nytalen, make me strong so that I might correct those who are flawed, so that they might know you."