Come Together

Ysmir weaved this way in that as he acted against the wishes of their desperate prey. The young viking could see the way its sides heaved, the whites of its eyes as panic settled in, and the terror as the wolves surrounding it began to sink their teeth into its flesh. Each of the Hallowed wolves descended on the doomed creature, and Ysmir was the last to strike. He wouldn’t hesitate, the perfect moment presented itself and the mute man struck. He was precise and ferocious. Within an instant of his movement the tapir would succumb to Ysmir’s jaws and its life would slip from its body.

The young man let go as it bled out, it twitched in its death throes. The rhythmic paddling of its feet as dead eyes stared into the abyss. Their job was complete, they had victory over their prey.