Madison Sullivan Boeken

I smelled the copper tang of death before I saw a carcass. The trail of blood on the path started as nothing but a light spotting. A few feet further, it grew into a thick streak of reddish brown which led to the remains of a deer that was missing its body from the waist down. Sharp teeth had cleaved skin, fat, and bone, leaving the animal's entrails oozing freely into the snow.