The sea borne breeze brought with it a familiar scent; a likeness of the Ridge but with a familiar masculine musk. Inquisitively, her nose veered from the path ahead to nearest the borders… and behold a sight for the poorer. When first she had seen the kindly guide Kennedy, it had been at the beginning of spring and he looked to be in wonderful health. But now as her eyes behold his approaching form, glee for his company gave way to concern as tawny brows knitted in concern and lips parted with a bothered whined. What had happened, she wondered as her eyes immediately feel to his wounded leg. The state of his ribs forced her eyes to turn away, yet the horror remained as an after image even as she looked to the sand.
She had a mind to question him and ascertain his place within the pack, yet his forward actions stopped her, drawing a breath of shock as he bypassed her flank and slipped around to her rear. She all but leapt in alarm, spinning her heft around on sturdy paws to face him. Her eyes were wide and lips quivering in the threat of baring fang. What was that all about?! She had every right to ask, yet the words did not come forth as shock had effectively stolen them away. |