Old Kill Site

The kill site lies in a hollow reeking of iron and rot, where the ground is littered with ragged chunks of flesh and splinters of bone half-buried in trampled ochre soil. Crows peel back in slow spirals as Karra drags Ace forward, the air thick with the wet stench of torn meat and the sour musk of the Cheetah’s hunger. Warm blood beads on shattered ribs, glistening dully under the dull violet sky, while the viva ramparts of a dead forest stand sentinel beyond the clearing. The Doctor’s torchlight stabs into the gloom, revealing Ace’s twitching limbs trembling between wolf and woman, her shadow stretching long against the blood-spattered earth.