Dawnlark Plains woman king

Hope you don't mind me!

For the briefest of moments earlier in the hunt as it were, he thought Sangilak would actually attempt to bring down the beast on her own after several days tracking it. Tatkret wanted no part in the suicide mission if it was, but turned out she was content to simply follow the elder until he simply ran out of energy. The wisest move, and his companion wasn't particularly known for her smarts.

Tatkret kept watch from a distance, keeping a leisurely pace and occasionally lagging behind or roaming far ahead. Seeing as they had no real intention of launching an attack on the buck, he was comfortable wandering away and finding her again via scent trails. It was only when he scented blood and a foreign wolf in the air that he headed back with a quickness in his step.

He approached the finally fallen buck, seeing first the giant form of Sangilak feasting upon it before he peered further. From a distance was the figure of another, keeping his distance. Immediately Tatkret's hackles raised, if only because he was wary of strangers in this new land, and he slowly padded towards and then past the carcass. He headed towards the stranger, a low growl rumbling in his throat.