Duskfire Glacier I had one job.... and I screwed it up

Tunerk arrived upon the scene, worry clear and present on her face. Her youth disallowed for a facade, and the scent of Nanook, mingled with feline and blood—cat blood, her blood—caused a terrible feeling to take root within her. She did not quite understand, and looked to her elders for clarity, certainty. Neither wildcat nor Nanook were in sight. Claw marks, tufts of fur, blood—that was all that remained. What does this mean? Her deep blue eyes asked, looking to Uki, to her uncle.