The Heartwood inuusik ✾

astaroth's power carried him forward; kukutux was mesmerized as he took the reins of their hunt and wrestled the beast to a bloody end. she flanked him in that, reminded of moonspear's attempt upon the life of the savage stranger. light panting swelled her sides, and at his concern, the girl looked back upon her wound.

it dripped scarlet freely along the white canvas of her pelt, but kukutux shook her head. "it is all right, astaroth," the waterbird exclaimed breathlessly. "i have never worn a hunting mark before." small teeth shown in a grin toward his worried gold, and then she was digging her fangs into the beast again, tugging until blood washed away all remnants of fear.