Hideaway Strath Novae and Krynn

What indeed…

It was not at all tempting to chastise Novae for her innocents; to bask in the sun and worry of only the meal that follows the next before rubbing a belly full of pups to make the circle repeat itself once more. Krynn hoped a Wolf of her blood, her kin, would not rest easy on the mundane nature of such an existence yet such as Novae was now, “-Looking to the next opportunity, Sweet One.”

That’s all Krynn offered as a veiled answer to her Sister’s question. In the moments that followed Krynn used the meat to paint the bark of a fallen tree using her maw and the meat caught there in like a painter’s brush against the canvas of the forest.
There were no colors, no grand image, but a scent that instead drove a story board into tiny puzzle pieces ready to be splint together. It said there was a fight and with a lack of the victim in sight what would a scavenging predator do with such information?

The Black Wolf then drove what remained of the meat into the hallow that the Hare once called home. A fitting final resting place for the maggots to deliver him back into the earth.

“You can wait till nightfall, -or..” She paused and oriented herself in the shadow of a tree. “Go back to your river bedding.” Krynn shook her coat of her pent-up excitement before her gaze turned cold and focus. The skull like pattern, on her muzzle, narrowed those eyes so that it highlighted a demonic lust and nurtured a need for something more profound then bloods narcotic craving.

“…I warn you only now that if you stay, you will not walk away as you were before.”