We hunt, we slay, we feed. There is nothing on the plain that cannot fall before us. Feast and repose, satiate and play. Muscles shake, and voices strain. Our breath escapes ragged and our sweat pools on the other. Let us not rest yet, I beg. There is always more, the running, the panting, the taking, the slaying, to be done. Always. And for You, my Queen, I will destroy anything.