Phoenix Maplewood Cin vhetin

Hello!!

Simran drew to a halt, grinding their paws into the leaf litter. Above them, Burc’ya had found a high branch to land on and observe the interaction as they turned their head slowly, curiosity on their face for a brief moment, before falling away like water over duck feathers.

Fighter. Short and straight to the point they needed to make, before tipping their head to the other canid.

You? Was this one the hunter or the fighter? And what did they want with a bounty hunter, no matter how far Simran was from that title.