Grouse Thicket mine, windbag, mine

Saena hadn't come home, and Casmir was unprepared for how empty the Creek was without her. he had expected that she would accompany them back, had built his future actions around that assumption, and it had been shattered with a few growled words. today he patrolled, attempting to drive away his feelings with quick strides, and was drawn by the smell of blood.

he found an oddly marked female finishing off a kill, and inexplicably his hackles raised as he drew into view, single ear thrust forward and his body lifted above her own.