Swiftcurrent Creek This is temporal, all we have is our temperament

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Arric had returned from his daily meditation and it was with a moment of panic he found blood. HIs stomach rolled and he looked around, blue eyes searching searing. A low rumbling growl constant in his chest. It smelled like Reverie. Had those bastards came back or her brothers. So with large ungracious paws, and a  constant growling in his throat he followed the blood trail. And it was there that he was met with a growl in return. He smelled no one else, but he couldn't quite calm the fur of his ruff or the constant horrific sounding growl that made it's way in his chest and stayed like a burr.

Rev? He spoke, his words coming out clipped and cold. This was not the voice of a friend, but rather the leader he was. what happened? Really his thought was who do i have to motherfucking kill, because i will do it. But he didn't say that. Instead he just waited. She wanted to draw his blood so be it.