Swiftcurrent Creek what was i made for?

The days blurred by—as they would. Certainly, he felt the ache of the cold and emptiness of the den the two had shared together. A sweeping gaze would still see bits of @Eshe in certain aspects of their home—sprigs of herbs, the soft touches of a woman.

But he had not lied when he had thanked her for revealing her true self before they had truly solidified one another into each others lives. It hurt now—but it was clearly for the best.

When the call of a familiar voice echoed through the air, though, he gave pause, muzzle jerking outside the den to consider the possibilities—surely, after so many months… was she truly?

His own call resounded quickly—telling her he was on his way. And on his way he was—his sprint not stopping until the familiar dark form of his eldest daughter came to him—and then his pace slowed, concern etching upon his features as his stomach felt it dropped right to his toes at the scarred visage.

“Who did this to you, baby girl?”

He’d kill them.

He’d torture them. And then he would kill them.