Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

augur needed no further encouragement.

hiking a leg, he sent a mighty stream of musky yellow cascading across a tree and stone face.

he added deep furrows to the ground with massive paws, adding the unmistakable scent of redtail.

and then he went to hunt.

and as he hunted, he invaded dens, throwing furs and herbs and whatever else he might find, marking liberally, raiding caches and laying the contents open for the ever-hungry young wolves.

and he looked for the pack that had protected the killer.

it came in the form of an old man. augur snarled and lunged as the elder attacked red woman.