With every passing season a changeling feels a great need deep within their soul to hunt, coming as naturally as breathing does to any living creature. After so long in hibernation and for the sake of their survival, Queen Chrysalis sets out for prey and senses a lost stallion that wanders too far into the ancient Everfree whilst she's training her brood, seeking to show them how hunting is done.

Originally speed-written for a Quills and Sofas prose contest, I decided to bugger it about until it turned into a full story.
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