Silver Moraine gnashing teeth

the hounds unleashed to track a scent and find a woman. one who dared pose threat to hawk's woman and her children. she would not rest, until the woman was either felled or brought to stand before sun eater. 

tartok man was quick, efficient. hawk trailed his lead with grim determination set in her jaw, her muscles. from the tales she'd heard, tartok were primal kin. she hardly doubted this male would show mercy.

good. there is none to be given. nose to the ground, the woman's scent was faint but there. flooding her senses, guiding her movements.