The Hunter's Moon

As he walked, his mind was reeling- swarming with the possibilities, the outcomes, and even the tragedies that could result from this ploy. The urge to satiate this uneasiness echoed in the dark corners of his mind, as Medulla was waiting for him in his den. Always ready to quell his depravities. But of course, the tides were ever changing- a different form of satiating presenting itself, just beyond the veil of fog. Aurelia’s perfume, intertwined with the scent of a fresh carcass, wafted around in the mist- beckoning him forward. He was drawn to it, loping through the heather and soft grasses until her silhouette appeared near the circle of ancient stones.

"Rhazien Saxe"