Shadowwyn Moor life eternal

Sun Eater's brief reply did not dissuade him as he only wished to make idle conversation, and his interest quickly returned to the hunt at hand. It did not matter to Kenai how many ran with Saatsine, and the man's answer was enough to satisfy his curiosity. There were enough of them to hunt the caribou, and that was all that mattered.

His next comment stirred a strange sense of pity within him as he quickly moved to keep up with the man, ears pinning slightly at Sun Eater's laugh. "You might be right," he offered his own awkward chuckle. While the clanman saw admiration and opportunity, Kenai was only reminded painfully of his own mother's passing. "But we can only kill one." There was a bitter irony in the other's words that the explorer found almost unnerving.

The blood in the snow was fresh and thick, its expanse indicating some sort of severe laceration. While Sun Eater inspected the earth, Kenai turned to the trail which had begun to zigzag erratically. They were not far now.