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]
She could feel it in the air. It was finally happening. Tartok was not just a mere presence here any longer. They were already growing in numbers, and this did not surprise her in the least. She had picked up the scents of those that were coming to the borders, making this their home. Aguta had almost lost faith in her cousin when the younger female had gone missing for a while, but her faith had been restored not only when Tonravik had returned, but had sought her out and apologized for having not let Aguta know. She would continue to remain by Tonravik’s side after all, which she hoped would please her aunt since it had been Siku that had sent her with Tonravik in the first place.
She had been in the process of patrolling the borders, making fresh markings in various places, when the howl broke through the air. Stopping in midstream, Aguta threw her head back, pointing her nose toward the sky, and let her strong voice mix with the rest, announcing to the world that they were Tartok. Taking note that the sound of her cousin’s voice was coming in her direction, toward the borders, Aguta remained where she was and waited. The moment her cousin came into view, Aguta went forward, meeting her with a slightly lowered head and slightly raised tail, though she kept it lower than that of her new Leader.