i am the voice of your hunger and pain

For a moment the approaching hoofbeats didn't register with the moping Qanik. Deer, elk, moose, all sorts of large four-footed prey animals had been wandering the orchard enjoying the fruit, so it didn't immediately stand out to her. But slowly her eyes focused on the large dark form approaching her, and her face went completely smooth and expressionless in her shock. Slowly she lifted her head from her paws, watching as the... whatever it was came closer. Her hackles raised just the slightest bit in surprise when the creature spoke to her. For the moment she was quite sufficiently nonplussed to have more or less forgotten her depression. "I'm... sorry, but what are you?" she asked, her low rough voice a bit tight still from her brooding. She had never seen such a majestic, powerful creature in the far north where she had been born and lived most of her life, with it's strange but lovely curtain of fur that cascaded down her neck and also covered her tail. And her hooves were like no prey animal Qanik was familiar with... a single solid foot instead of the split toes of the deer and such she was used to.



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