Nova Peak ❇ Tēnsha

lorcan had risen early, awoken by the whining mewling of @Kaldros. forced to leave the den before he was driven insane by his incessant babbling and elowen's exhausting complaining and neediness. hunger and duty sharpened his steps, but this morning he hunted neither meat nor threat.
he followed the scent of blood—it led him down to the stream where mist curled like breath around the rocks, and the sky turned slow shades of lavender and rose.
he found her there.
watching her work, and then grunting, tsking. "could’ve eaten that." the merc shrugs. "guess it’ll make a decent trade."