Felltree Marsh A coat of red

her captor was gone for some time. sobeille picked at the gap where her canine had been.

she could run, but something told her her body was better suited to the sea than to miles of long hunting. besides, the caribou hunter was larger, stronger, and arguably far more experienced. it was better, she thought, to simply do as she said.

besides, a morbid part of sobeille wondered of sivaak's people.

eat, the killer commanded. sobeille did not need to be told twice. she seized the raccoon between her paws and sniffed it once -- wondering if herbal tonics weren't beyond the capability of her captor -- but it smelled only of fresh kill, and so she ate it without compunction.

her gaze trailed after the woman as she made to disappear again; where was it she went?