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]
Ever since the return of her cousin, as well as the aokatti development with Taltos, Aguta had not stepped even a single paw off of the mountain. She did her continued duties of patrolling and laying fresh scent markings, making sure that there was no doubt that this mountain belonged to Tartok. Anyone who dared pass over those scent markings was met with flashing fangs. She wouldn’t tolerate anyone ignoring what was theirs, disregarding them as though they weren’t actually there. They would grow, that much was a given. Tartok in these lands would grow and thrive just as they did anywhere else they laid down roots.
Today was no different than the previous day or the previous day. Aguta was part way up the mountain, standing on a ledge and looking out over the area below her. Icy gaze searched everything, missing nothing. There was a light breeze that caused her brindled fur to move occasionally. That was when she spotted movement from below. Narrowing her eyes, she stared, hard. No way could she possibly be seeing what she thought she was seeing. Turning from the edge, the scarred female leapt off the rock and began to head down the path that would lead her directly into their path.