life is cruel

Kuroo had gone to sleep with the rest of the pack - including Sayuri. Everything had been fine. Peaceful, even, after they all had fun lounging around bonfires, eating snacks, and telling stories. Never once did he believe that something would have gone wrong. This adventure was supposed to have been fun and a good way for the pack to get out and meet more wolves. Not once did Kuroo believe that something would happen. Even as he woke, eyes blinking away sleep, did he barely understand that Sayuri was not anywhere near. She was not where she had been when they'd all gone to bed.

As he stood, shaking off the dirt from last night's activities, he felt a chill travel down his spine. Why was he not warm from being close to the girl? Glancing around, his brow furrowed in confusion. Tilting his nose into the air, Kuroo sniffed until he caught her scent trail. The speed of his steps picked up quickly as he moved through the pines. It would not take long for him to also pick up the scent of blood and decay. Worry and concern laced through him as he went at a full run toward the scene. Taking only a few minutes to make his way to the edge of the pack's territory, Kuroo skidded to a halt.

Lying before him were obvious signs of a struggle. Blood, tracks of different animals, some he couldn't even recognize, and wide ones that indicated bodies had been drug away. His breath caught in his chest as he fought back a sob. He and Sayuri weren't a couple by any means but he had grown close to the girl and considered her a really good friend. Devastation hit him like a truck as he crumpled to the ground. Thankfully no one else appeared to be missing except for her. Holding back the tears as best as he could, Kuroo lay on the ground with his paws over his face.

"Speech"