Hoshor Plains talon

He'd lost track of her scent some time ago. Weeks on the road now, weeks spent tracking a defector whose name had become a whispered legend among the youth of the Glass Cove. The ones still young enough to dream of a different life.

Riverbreak didn't. Not anymore. He kept his nose low to the ground as he walked, shoulders hunched, ears tall and alert. His thoughts were consumed entirely by her. His quarry. To hunt her, he would need to understand her. That was the hard part.

Backdated to October 5th with permission

Her heat had only passed a few days prior, Hokulani still lingering in the scents of company she had held and gifts they had left. But while her window had passed, the confidence it gave her had not - likely because morning sickness hadn't hit her yet. For a day or two more she would be free from it.

She could see someone ahead. He wasn't like Aureli, nor the forest brute.. but something in between. Her tail couldn't help swaying. With his posture, low and alert, she was sure that he either already knew she was approaching or was yet to notice her at all - too focused on the task in front of him.

Hokulani chose to take her chances, her howl coming out low and sweet.