Swiftcurrent Creek witch hunt

For @Arric and @Reverie

The witch went east and while he had considered chasing her down into the thick forests of the grove, he knew it would make little sense. She would keep eluding him—so, the best answer he could think of was regroup… and then hunt her down, like the creature of the night she was, with a pack that could herd her properly.

It was early morning when he finally made it home—the blood crusted now, on his leg, and his ebony fur plastered with mud and muck.

As much as he desired to simply seek out the familiar sight of Jakoul’s den with their children, he instead went straight for the creek. On his way, the Mayfair tipped his muzzle up, sharply calling for Arric to report to him—they needed to move fast.

Coming to the edge of the creek, Akavir was quick to dunk his muzzle in, eager to wash the tainted taste of the woman’s blood from his teeth and snout—bitter and resentful of it.