Ahead, there was a large outcrop of rocks, a clump of trees clustered on one side, around it tall, lush grass. Through the shimmer of heat-haze, cat-tails swayed among a dense stand of reed, promising wet mud, perhaps even flowing water.
The wind against his nostrils carried a familiar note – recent death, flesh that had just begun to corrupt.
The absence of vultures betrayed the presence of something lurking there, something living that was fierce enough to not only deter, but drive them...
The Laugh Of The Hyena
The wind against his nostrils carried a familiar note – recent death, flesh that had just begun to corrupt.
The absence of vultures betrayed the presence of something lurking there, something living that was fierce enough to not only deter, but drive them...
The Laugh Of The Hyena