Duskfire Glacier I am the cut that ends foes—

Her blood still ran hot, liquid-fire in her veins. @Faust remained with her, and as they ranged back to Darukaal, flanks still stained red with oldblood, Tikigâk caught scent again of something that caused her to become still. 

The cougar. 

She bristled, noting recent tracks—it had crossed through not too long ago. A more recent trail told Tikigâk many things: the thing was in its juvenile year (which meant she considered it more as prey then as adversary, and explained its recklessness), in good health, and male. 

Tikigâk looked to her mate, her gaze sharp as she thinks of what is to be done. Just because it was young did not mean it would be easy, and yet, her mind had come to its answer. Tikigâk would not be doing this alone, after all—and he, like herself, was battle-hardened and warcrafted. If they allowed this beast to overstay its welcome, Darukaal might well become a part of its range.

We kill it, she thinks bluntly aloud to him. 

Another fur to line the floors.