The Heartwood I'm at One

Dark scarred body moved through the trees. Their broken boughs and ashy image leaving a strange taste in his mouth. Eyes of crimson and rose darted from one high to the other, while his breath came from his lips in whispery smoke. He licked along a canine, nose to the ground.

He had been filling caches like crazy, today he was on the hunt for a pronghorn. It was foolish to hunt one by himself, this he knew. But the simple fact was. He was the largest of them, other than Heph, and he doubted she would assist him. She was not his greatest fan, and he was not hers. Granted his feelings were mostly neutral. The only things he held was a loyalty to Khasni and a large dose of affection for Atka.

Beastly head swung to and fro and he hummed a sad and bloody ballad beneath his throat as he walked. There were no pronghorn here, it would take time and leave of the borders to get one.