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Sirius · 12-26-2019, 04:06 PM

Hunting this close to the volcano was rare, so the scent of the caribou caught his attention. He had tracked it from the Tall Grass Plains, and followed it further East as it made its way around the lighter zones of the volcano’s radios. Was this a sign that the herds were returning to these abused lands? He felt as through the ash fell more seldomly, and his hopes of reclaiming his lands grew a little brighter.

With the Snow Leopard stalking to the side, and Marshal offering an aerial view from above, the Warlord was able to track his prey all the way to Firefly lake. He skirted around the abandoned territory of Abaven. He knew some of those pack wolves kept an eye upon it, even now. He didn’t fear the peace-loving weaklings, he simply didn’t want the distraction of running into them. After all, it hadn’t been that long ago that he had kidnapped two of their children.

The hunt after corning his prey, was quick, almost anti-climatic after the long walk. Bast offered the distraction, and he took it from the side. His unnatural, feline like claws offered him the advantage of grip as he leaped for its side and wrestled it to the ground. It might have been in a higher weight class then the Titan, but only just, and he had the advantage of gravity as he crashed it to its knees. His elongated saber-fangs found its throat, and tore without hesitation, and the creature bleed out the last of its life in silence, there, on its knees, in the dirt.

As he waited for its warm blood to run dry, Marshal let out a soft warning cry, informing the Warlord that they were no longer alone. Sirius got to his feet, standing protectively, possessively, over his prey as his eyes scanned the horizon to find what Marshal had seen.

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