Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

saatsine hounds were ruthless in their search. quick, efficient; the tartok man had not slowed her hunt. hawk carved the snowy tundra, had witnessed it transform into something more temperate. unfamiliar. and the further she traveled, the strong that scent became. 

there was a war drum in her heart now. an eagerness, as a lanzadoii, to cleanse the filth that had tarnished their lands. so rid of any loose ends. she had no direct quarrel with this woman—or, at least, she hadn't until sivaak and their children. 

whatever her intentions where, whatever reason as to why she had stalked her woman and her cubs, it did not matter. she had been given orders, and she was to see them through. 

she would not fail. either she return with the woman's head—or perhaps drag her back alive—or she return with nothing and face further scrutinization. 

when scent failed, tracks prevailed. a beast unhindered, a hound ready to maul. 

when she found the woman, she cared not to sneak. it was not her way. she announced herself with a deep bark; a warning and a threat, mixed into one. she stood broad and strong, amber eyes narrowed. tail risen along with her hackles, a line of raised fur decorating her spine. 

"you," she rumbled. "you stalk my woman while she births. and then you run. you will tell me why, or I will take your heart." there was no negotiation; this was the way.