Allan Kelson

Carniforest: a Bedtime Story Allan Kelson

. . . circling the bear, like wolves circling an elk calf, the deer slowly closed the gap between themselves and their intended meal. The terrified black bear dint stand a chance in hell against the three large does. They were hungry and she was next up on the menu. With the speed of an arrow launched from a compound bow the largest of the trio was on the bear, fangs sunk deep into her throat. A final attempt to struggle free and then a life ending gasp, the bear was done and the feast was on. They ravaged their victim tearing flesh from the bone with no effort. When at last they were done gorging, all that remained of the once noble bear was some scraps of fur, blood soaked bones, and the skull staring up from the snow with what appeared to be tears in her now dead eyes.