The Poltergeist

After their last unfulfilling encounter, Sephiran was on the hunt again. Aurelia had managed to slip out of his grasp, vanishing into the labyrinth of dens in the hillside of the gorge. How long had passed since she left the territory, he did not know. But he tracked her scent down to this neighboring area, which was densely packed with forestry. It made it more difficult to follow her trail, but not impossible. Even if a blizzard enveloped the area, or lighting struck and created a fire, Sephiran would continue to hunt her down. Nothing would detour him from finding her.

He was closing in on her, given that her scent was becoming stronger by the minute. But, intertwined with it, was something that made his pelt bristle. It wasn’t another wolf, or that weird plant smell she usually had. Another predator. It had that pungent, urine smell that male cougars carried on their pelt to ward off competitors. It didn’t concern him, but it was something to be aware of, should it suddenly appear.

And it did. He heard feline snarls and yowling emanating from the direction of the waterfall. He ignored it at first, figuring it may be warding off something else. But then he heard the yelp of a wolf. He surged forward, frantically barreling through the foliage in pursuit of the sound. Because he would be dammed if something got to kill Aurelia before he did.  

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