Emberwood chasing twisters

he left the child behind in their claimed cavern upon his departure to seek a kill. meat was foremost in his mind -- the red forest drew him, and the silver cat quickly took up the thread of scent left behind by a deer-herd. their spoor made for an easy path, and his wide paws carried him noiselessly in their wake. however, before he allowed himself the luxury of the tasking kill, the sweet fragrance of blood drew him aside.

shardul beheld the wounded form of a wolf slumped against the side of a tree -- his heart beat fast within him, and his blood ran hot. forgetting immediately his intentions, the argent one began to stalk the unsuspecting weakling creature.