Venatione Venandi

He kept his nose to the ground, hyperalert as he sifted through the scent of salt and sand for Ganta’s child or a scent that was equal parts Ganta and intruder. To bring an innocent child into a blood feud was an unimaginable horror to the curly haired wolf one that set his teeth on end. Even when the templars were at war attacking children or holding them as prisoners was never an option when he was acting as a legionary, some less pious commanders had thought differently and as he grew in rank he had seen fit to spit on their names.

Some part of him wondered if the offending male was foolish enough to hang around after stealing the girl, another part hoped he had been and could be ripped to shreds by the behemoth wolf. He stopped over a patch of wispy grass and breathed in a deep breath. This as it. He gave a low threatening bark and took off, following the already faded and deteriorating trail with his lips pulled back in a fierce sneer.

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