Shadow Mountain imminent

Closely he’d kept Toula within his possession, one moment of content pouring into the next. In a handful of weeks his wife would come into heat and the urgency to return to her roiled through every heavy step as the Semer-wati made the bitter winter crossing towards the rally of the Jodai and Sphinx. Black ears flicked hard against the cutting winds when Zaahira spoke.

“Coyotes,” a growl interjected, distaste curling his muzzle when he spoke it, “The night they butchered that girl is when the Princess went missing.”