Neverwinter Forest pride wreaked havoc

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Tezcacoatl continued to let his thoughts wander, seeing the small deer family but not truly looking at them. In truth, he had no desire to hunt them...at least not at the moment. They tempted him, of course, even the fawn would offer him enough to fill his belly, though the doe or buck himself would fill the serpent king's stomach for a few days, maybe a week or so if he rationed. In that moment when he took stock that this was his life so very far from grace he'd fallen. His days were filled with contemplation like this: rationing food, at if he should try his luck at larger prey even though he was one and typically it took a pack to bring them down. Don't look back, you're not going that way. These words repeated like a mantra within his skull every time Tezcacoatl found himself pining for every thing that he'd lost. He had thought killing Ragnar would solve everything ...and yet the satisfaction it had brought with it, the thrum of victory within his veins ...that he had taken the legend down was short lived. That pride was gone now, as was probably all of his dignity.

The Amazon women had betrayed him, in the end, and he'd known better than to trust them. Hadn't the Scandinavian's taught them? Foolish, Tezcacoatl had been though, blinded by his status as prince to them. That he was one of them and thus they would bend to his rule. He was wrong and this mistaken had cost him much. He was alive, though. He was enduring and that was a small victory he had over them, at least. They could beat him but they could not break him. 

It was with a sigh that he turned from the small deer family, only to catch what he'd missed before: a scent that did not belong to the wintergreens and venison. The wind was not in the serpent king's favor but the scent of fellow canine, female and carrying the heavy scent of a pack upon her coat. This much he could pick up, though it was hard to initially pinpoint her location. Until a flash of red caught his attention. The glimpse had been brief, so brief that Tezcacoatl wasn't even sure he'd actually seen it, though it caused his breath to catch in his throat all the same. “Tuwawi?” He called out, in the hopes that he hadn't imagined it. The scent he'd discerned wasn't familiar, not in the slightest yet still he hoped it wasn't all an illusion and he wasn't picking up on a fading scent trail, and that somehow the fire kissed queen still lingered here.