What Doesn’t Kill You

It took a lot of him not to chase after the retreating puma. All that shadowed his vision was seeing the very life of it draining from exist. A snarl shuddered from his lips. Trembling the inside of a sore throat as Khranbari fought such an overpowering urge. Had Varushka not spoken then, he surely would have. His gaze slowly drifting to where she stood so close. He said something. Turning to inspect the open gashes on her leg. The thought to speak to Asla or even Kotori for better patrol crossed his mind. It seemed every other week there was an increase of large predators entering their lands. His tongue licked at the bleeding wound. Chest aching; but, he paid it no mind. "From now on, I do not wish for you to fight. I just… " The thought of her dead body flashed so quickly across his mind that he nearly staggered back. Teeth clenched in a tight struggle to hold his composure. "Let’s return home. Are you alright to walk?"


"Speech"