Sawtooth Spire White Noise

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Along their path through the mountain they their individual markers behind. Habitual business, nothing exhilarating. It had to be done. Of course, that was when Nanuk launched off into a sprint. Tatsuya was left in a daze, questioning why. The scent did not hit him. Not immediately. It took a few steps forward before it hit him like a freight train. Arverk? No. Nononono! This was – no. Running after the branded Beta, he came upon her as she issued her first utterance. In front of her was blood and fur. Arverk's life and smoky wisps.
INDENTStaggering over to the crime scene, Tatsuya sniffed around uselessly for a clue. Something, anything. It didn't fucking matter what. Please, please...So desperate was he that he began to whimper after silence followed Nanuk's final call, issuing his disappearance. He drew close to the evidence once more, going eerily silent at the indentations in the earth. A struggle; conflict.
INDENT“He was kidnapped.” So Tatsuya was not the only one with adversaries, it seems. “But...where?” Why was there no odor trailing away, no tracks, no indication that he was, indeed, kidnapped. Whoever did this was seasoned in leaving nothing behind. More than the Epsilon thought realistically possible. Clay slurred across his mane cracked, splintering away as his fur bristled luridly. Pelt spiked down his spine, tail every bit as roused. Tatsuya circled around listlessly for a scent. Nothing. He did it again. Nothing.
INDENT“DENSE MOTHERFUCKER. GET KIDNAPPED AND LEAVE NO TRAIL.” The bellow was explosive, aimed at all these dead ends. “GOD...damn it.” God. Damn. It.