Bearclaw Valley I'd never want once from the cherry tree

spine snapped, he left her to die and rejoined cole with heaving chest and sharkblack eyes. the other female had fled, far and fast, but her scent said she carried more of the vermin.
he set off to track her, but not before diving toward cole's kill, scattering tufts of fur and later flesh there upon the snow with mauling force. he glanced toward his guardian for any sign of annoyance, but it might not have mattered; he was out for blood and ran off after the second female with beeline focus.