A heathen Wolf

My mind feels like a blur, the kingdom of Klaw is falling, slowly, so slowly. I hear the guards of the Watch talk about the huntsmen of the mist a lot everyday another part of the city falls under there command more children slaughtered more houses burnt to the ground. You never know where a huntsmen may be, they could be in the sky consumed by feathers and the eye more powerful than the all seeing god, or close to the ground with fur and the lust for blood pulsing in their minds. Never the less the huntsmen want to watch us fall, and They might just.