Something Wicked This Way Comes

Hard not to root for it, one of about only 3,000 tigers left in the world thanks to poachers. I rooted for Grendel, too. My bad.
Fabulous writing.

The temperature is 30 below zero and yet, here, the snow has been completely melted away. In the middle of this dark circle, presented like some kind of sacrificial offering, is a hand without an arm and a head without a face. Nearby is a long bone, a femur probably, that has been gnawed to a bloodless white. Carrion crows flock in the trees overhead, and their raucous kvetching tells Trush that whatever murdered this man is still around; the kill is being guarded.