Kildeer Rest [m] ford

tartok is known for force, but it is patience that stays their collective and proverbial hand, now.

he roams.
kukuvrak hunted now for an offering; something to bring favor to the aim of his people.

he hears a rallying cry as if in response to his thoughts—and so he comes to intercept the bitch, circling her and her need. she did not hold much interest to him physically; not ugly, not pretty, something in the middle.

the more she cries the more attracted he becomes. he draws close and probes her for scent, knowing she could not be tartok—and being a man, it really didn't matter.