Under a Feral Moon:
High Moon
Latyurik lounged on the porch of hollow-tree hall, one hand lying on the sun-baked wood, the other on his bloated stomach. It growled in the afternoon heat, causing Rik to groan and run his claws gingerly across its greedy girth.
There were sizzling puddles of blood all around him, streaking back into the main hall to where Daijaru's corpse lay crumpled against an open door.
Taking the building had been easy. His wolves had already captured the courtyard when he'd arrived earlier with Aeisha. The rest was child's play to his strength. None of the shifters inside stood a chance against him, not even Daijaru the 'great whirlwind'.
Latyurik groaned again and belched sloppily. When he'd gained to the Gathering Hall it was empty. He'd searched and searched for
