Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

@Heloise

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He made his way back to the forest of Keen's attack. 
The air held its breath as he passed their threshold. He was hunting, seeing if the man who'd attacked her lived here. He would kill him, but it always proved useful to gather information on those you hunted. The way they acted; fought. Weakest points. He would kill the silvered beast, even if it cost him his life.

He moved swiftly to the place still marred with blood, the snow not yet covered over again. There was a storm coming, perhaps he'd have to stay in the trees shelter until it passed. He put his nose to the ground, instantly on the hunt. The stale scent of Keen's blood hung in the ice. He lifted his head in the direction of the fleeing man, following the shallow pawprints that had imprinted themselves in the snow. He followed them, hunted the man.
Today wasn't a day for killing, but for tracking.
Perhaps learning, too.

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