Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

And now she had come to him.

His breathing heaved as he gazed upon his dove, ever fleeting and never changing... No, no more. A promise he would fulfill on this day, and if not this than another. 'Soon', it whispered, 'soon is closing in.' Soon will be this day. Soon may not be this day. 

The Priest lifted his muzzle to the breeze and let his breath drift out into the glade, red eyes never leaving sight of his target. "What of your kin?" He took a deadly step toward her, his muscles trembling with each hit of his paws to the dirt. "Is dear Vonn well?" His voice purred in a low voice, ensuring only the she-wolf and the fields below them could hear. "I dare say, it has been since that night that I have seen your brother," Dennan continued, the fur upon his back beginning to rise with each step he took. 

The Huntsman paused, catching a gleam in her good eye. He pulled back his gums in a wicked snarl, the weight of his brow falling upon his hooded eyes. "What does your spirit have to say?"