Silver Creek cult of the dioskouroi

In the early mist of dawn, Makhai discovered his Queen absent again. Gone, again. The Prince tore a bloody path through the forest in his search, not bothering to call for @The Umbra. She had been careless. Let her follow the trail he left, if she paid enough attention even for that, he thought. Broken branches and crushed foliage scattered with bright red droplets, dead foxes lying splayed where they had died and sprays of coyote blood in fleeing trails out of the forest. It would have been easy to follow him.

His rampage ended where the Queen's trail left the forest. Makhai snarled wordlessly, rounding back toward the creek with a short howl to @Europia, a brief but firm message: stay put until I get there.