flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
After having been gone from the mountain for a few days, Aguta had eventually made her way back but only because there was still at least some touch of loyalty remaining within her. But since her return, she had not seen hide nor hair of the cousin she had been ordered to remain with. She hadn’t bothered with tending to the scent markers that she had so diligently placed along the base of the mountain because, honestly, it didn’t seem to matter all that much to her anymore. With her cousin seemingly missing, the large woman saw no reason to be bothered with much of anything at this point. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she was going to bother remaining on this mountain to wait for her cousin’s return. She wasn’t the same pathetic creature that she had been when she graced the doorstep of her aunt so long ago.
Disappointment coursed through her body as she sought solitude in the shadows of the mountain. Unmoving, she watched from afar of the creature that came toward the mountain, taking notice that the wolf paused for but a brief moment at the dying scented borders. For a time, Aguta kept herself in the shadows. Her coloring hiding her perfectly, especially her natural (or unnatural?) stripes that littered her fur here and there. After several minutes passed, allowing the stranger to continue making her way up the side of the mountain, Aguta emerged from her hiding place. Without a word, the large female fell into step beside, but not too near, the stranger. Her tail was only slightly raised, but not in an aggressive manner. Now, had her cousin not gone missing in action, this could very well have been different entirely.