Redhawk Caldera متشدد mutashadid

there are many scents here.
in a general sense, everyone is healthy. there are even younger, sweeter scents among the rest; though not all the markings carry this note, it is enough to tell the coyote there are children present. it is sensible to expect any thriving pack to have children, though the presence of this lingering information makes jawahir doubt their internal timeline.

anarkali spoke of breeding season. it seemed now that they had misjudged things, arrived too late. it would require them to adjust their plans.
still, jawahir was not bothered. men would need distraction from their hard work as husbands; wives too, given the proclivity.

there is little time to think on things further. the crushing of the undergrowth puts a halt on the courtesan's wandering and as they stop, rearing back like a horse with a strong bit tugging at their head, they see it: a massive shape and slick shadow forming and growing in the periphery.

jawahir slips back, bounding spritely in to shadow. the wolf will find them if they stop to think and to properly hunt, and in that time the jewel will ascertain the danger. they call out: do not worry, i only came for a look. your precious line has not been crossed, dear one.

perhaps it is unwise to call out when trying not to be eaten, but jawahir lived life on the edge.