Blacktail Deer Plateau hoti rehti hain

backdated to yesterday afternoon. for anyone who wants to meet him/say hi/etc

it wasn't as if his tail was between his legs. he oughtn't to be ashamed of not spilling blood. after all, hadn't his mother once taught him to do no harm? he had never been a warrior, had always chosen the peaceful path in life. he could fight for self-defense, but beyond that, he had no thirst for vengeance.

then again, he had never had anyone worth fighting for, either. until now.

the woman was gone, vanished. off to do her dastardly deeds elsewhere. his lips curled into a snarl at the thought of her on the loose, terrorizing other packs. he hoped that someone would take the liberty of of killing her. if not, should she reappear again. . .  a rush of pleasure, shockingly akin to sexual satisfaction, rushed through him at the thought of sinking his fangs into her throat.

he trudged over the border, head hanging in slight dejection, raising a leg to quickly mark the line before moving on. if dawn asked questions regarding his whereabouts over the past day and a half, he would answer. otherwise, no one would know. no one needed to know.

she would be mad if she knew aditya had raced off to exact justice. . .or perhaps just worried. maybe she identified strongly with the urge to slaughter the one who had wounded her sister and taken her father's eye. he could not see how she wouldn't feel strongly about it; if he had woke in a cold sweat since he had heard the tale, how wouldn't she?

sighing loudly, aditya began to pace this length of the border back and forth, tail lashing in frustration.