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]
Coming down the side of the mountain from the ledge she had been standing on, she met them on the path leading upward. It was to her cousin that she paid attention to first, obviously. Though her head and tail were up, she lowered them just enough to be lower than Tonravik’s. Moving her head forward, she greeted her cousin in the same rough manner that she was greeted in, bumping her shoulder against that of her cousin and nipping at Tonravik’s fur on her shoulder. A low grumble rose in Aguta’s throat, adding to her physical greeting.
And then she rounded her attention to the male that had so obviously been able to somehow track her, at least that’s what she automatically assumed because why else would he be here? Last she knew, he was part of a pack to the north where she had first met him. Leaving Tonravik’s side, Aguta strode toward the male. He was in her home now and rules of Tartok applied on the mountain. She knew this. Just as she knew that she was going to have to do whatever it took in order to be able to keep her position within the ranks.
Striding toward him, she raised her head and tail higher, though still kept them lower than Tonravik’s. Since he had bowed his head, she was able to easily tower over him. He was going to get a side of her that he hadn’t seen when he’d first met her and they’d hunted together. Closing what little distance between the two of them that might have been left, Aguta moved to roughly press her chest against his shoulder, but not so roughly as to try to shove him over. Her goal? Assert her dominance over him. This was her home and her family, and he would have to earn the right to be a part of that. “Goldry,” she finally returned his verbal greeting, but said no more than that.