Hellsborough Exposed

Pack size and hunting success run opposite ways in the ripperthroat: a mated pair brings down large prey more reliably than a full pack manages, which means the group howling you hear crossing the moor at night is very likely the less efficient arrangement announcing itself. Worth remembering that every barker dozing by a Hellsborough hearth descends from them, and that most communities here hunt the ancestor while feeding the descendant.

Walked out to Pudding Poke for no better reason than liking the name of the path, and found the murk had swallowed Bradfield whole behind the Damflask while I stood at its edge admiring the view. It was coming my way. I went home through Beacon Wood at a pace I would rather not set down in writing.