Otter Creek make a fist and close your eyes

He recognized the scent with ease as it trailed back through the territory.

Khaba couldn't help but be surprised—though, a touch of anger and resentment overtook it.

Tail flagged high, he approached the familiar form of Zharille. A few short feet away, he stopped, staring her down with a sense of coldness.

You left us. His eyes told plainly, explaining the sheer disdain he portrayed toward her.

He began to wonder to himself. What would she gain by returning? Did she mean to reclaim her place as his equal? But one question in particular fogged his thoughts. After returning now, would she only leave again shortly after?