Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

he was in position quickly enough. he need not have listened for the alert from the other hunter. a dark head on a ginger body—that's what he saw leaping across stone and down in to the foliage, and kukuvrak bolted as soon as that animal thrill entered him.

any movement from the target brought an excited jolt to kukuvrak's spirit.

there was a river; he had scented as much but did not know where it lay, not exactly, and he did not know this landscape. that said, kukuvrak wasn't the type to overthink his approach during any hunt. he saw the agile figure as he gained ground.

everything depended upon catching this fool.
he envisioned himself the conqueror, and this she-wolf a prize fit to be tossed as a party favor in to the horde; even if tartok was not around him now, the images of what he would do to her—alive or dead—distilled in to pure aggression.

should kukuvrak get close enough he would not try to grab at her. it would be better to pounce across her hips, or ram her hard enough and at the right angle to send her down in to the water or something of that nature. his teeth gnashed all the same—thirsting.