Firestone Hot Springs bade bade deshon mein

AW. @Dawn is welcome to chase after him if she likes

his dreams lately had turned dark. he had paid a visit to the den, and saw the superficial injuries lavender had received at the border. not to mention grayday's eye, ripped from his head. now he had visions of chasing a dark shadow, missing its tails, his lips pulled back in a snarl, his jaws set wide.

to sink his teeth into the throat of the one who had threatened his family. . . adi had never been one for gratuitous violence, but by god, he wanted to do harm to this woman.

on this crisp, clear early winter morning, he woke early with blood in his eye and enraged passion in his joints. though he had gotten older and wiser over the seasons, aditya was born a wolf who thrived on impulsive decisions--and it shone through, even now, and especially today.

he rose from the den, where dawn slept close by, and padded out to the border, crossing the line with the confidence of a wolf one hundred percent sure of what he was doing. his nose inhaled deeply, picking up the various collaboration of scents that gathered here. lots of grayday, lots of dawn, lots of pema and engel and aditya himself. loners here and there. but there was one. . .

there it was. tinged with violence and sickness. it mingled heavily with grayday's strong smell and lavender's sweet, childish one. it had stayed here for a short while, then fled, heading. . .

he trotted off, nose low to the ground, trying to follow it. she seemed to have headed south, toward the mountains, toward the moonspear. he picked his way through the hot springs, enjoying the way the steam warmed his pelt in passing.

neither dawn nor her father would approve of his going out alone, and he would have to apologize for his snap decision later on.

but he would do so with her body at his feet and her blood in his mouth.