Natural Born Killer

Ludovic stood in a clearing near his parents' den, his fiery red and stark monochrome fur making him quite the obvious target in the snow for any… particularly… rowdy sibling… a raven's kraw sounded above, drawing his attention away from a path of paw prints. His mismatched gaze followed the birds as they soared gracefully overhead. He noted the patterns of their flight, the way they wheeled and dived, trying to understand them as well as his mother. Trying.

The ravens cawed, their calls echoing through the trees, and Ludovic's lips curled into a roguish smile. There was a certain freedom in their flight, he wondered what it would be like.




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