Ouroboros Spine the one who devours

No matter how hard he tried, the first hunter couldn't get the sight of Tulukiri's broken body out of his mind. He had nightmares and sometimes he swore he could smell the coppery tang of blood. The blood had stained the fur of Chakliux as they had walked. It had made his stomach turn and twist and he was so angry, at the unfairness of it all. Yes she should have called someone to go with her, but not everyone knew what cat smelled like. Not everyone was safe and now he was like a wild man as he patrolled the borders.

He hadn't passed Shikoba, but he had smelled her scent on the wind. She was as frenzied as he was with protecting their borders. It was with these thoughts and that sick feeling you only got form nightmares that he moved through the pack lands and heard the growl and snarl.

Ears perked forward and he raced towards it, anxiety tightening the muscles of his abdomen. His breath leaving in sharp takes. But it was Shikoba and no threat that he came across of her. He took a moment to take a deep even breath and closed his eyes. Fear and adrenaline still racing through him.