Holds his hand out to them.
he does not fight… NO HUNT TO BE HAD.
the planet beneath their feet groans. spinning, spinning; on its axel, it goes. nature hurting && the air gone dirty. but this land will remember him. this land will feel him long after he is gone. this land will cry, will sob, will hurt even after we take him. hurt people hurt. used && forsaken && picked apart like a little toy soldier. undeserving became the unforgiving. the wrathful. the dauntless. the shadow of what once was. a shade that seeks only to see hurt in the world. it may yet burn.
the bow is knocked, arrow aloft; little lamb, little lamb… we see it. a shot that is clear. WOLF snarls beyond ear && gnashes teeth. a greeted, sweet– oh sweet— release.