Phoenix Maplewood Invasion

Obviously, it was a folly of youth. The intruder was no more than a child herself, but she payed dearly for her childish mistake. While Reek had never been the most amicable sort, he never reveled in taking the life of another. Of course, he had killed— but only when strategically necessary. The yearling was a threat and trespasser. She would receive no mercy.

She wriggled from his grasp, but it was to no avail. Soon the entire pack was upon her and they ripped her apart. The thick musk of blood filled the air. It was pungent, but it wasn't all he smelled.

Something vaguely familiar.

He neared the corpse and smelled. He knew that smell, but he couldn't remember from where. He shot his war-torn wife a wary glance and mumbled. "Smell her," he said, still hoarse with rage. "Do you recognize it?"