A new face

Kotori scented the female before he saw her.  It wasn’t just the scent of the wolf but blood as well.  Kotori quit thinking on hunting and instead made his way quietly to spot the wolf that was coming near his land.  He scented no pack he knew of on her and his curiosity grew.  The wolf was a variety of many shades, with a lean body.

Kotori stepped forward,  confident air with an almost prance to his stride.  The horned wolf had been a master of showing off his arrogance as a young prince but lately, it was enough to stride with this confidence in his own power and expectations for respect from others.

The wolf moved to where he was only the length of two wolves from the pool, “How bad are your injuries?” The question wasn’t one of concern so much as a practical assessment.  “What happened and did you win the battle?”  Did she start the fight or stuck defending herself?  Did she kill the attacker or flee in shame?

"Kotori Fatalis"