Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

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it was the blood that caught his attention, and around it curled the scent of the wolf that had been brutally driven away from diaspora. in this weather, such a gash could be life-threatening if infected, and at very least would slow the animal so that hunting was nigh unto impossible.
judge, jury — mahler hunted down her scent until he came upon her, tense and fearful, and looked upon her with cold eyes wanting nothing more than to drive her again from his former claim.
she had not gotten far, he noticed; though his gaze remained harsh, mahler relented an iota.
"vas it vorth the trespass?" he demanded.