What's coming after the Polar Terror?
Something new is coming to Patreon in June. Here's a hint at what's in store! 

As Chief, who hears his warder call,

     'To arms! the foemen storm the wall,'

     The antlered monarch of the waste

     Sprung from his heathery couch in haste.

     But ere his fleet career he took,

     The dew-drops from his flanks he shook;

     Like crested leader proud and high

     Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky;

     A moment gazed adown the dale,

     A moment snuffed the tainted gale,

     A moment listened to the cry,

     That thickened as the chase drew nigh...