What Doesn’t Kill You

Khranbari gaze at Varushka with a since of pride. Her words were acknowledged and regarded by a nod of his head. He would leave it be. "Okay." There was nothing left to be said. The snow beneath them painted in their blood. Along with the large male puma whose scent was becoming more and more faint. "Let’s go home." His tongue rasped over her cheek. A light nip to the area and he began their journey back home. Their borders were no longer in jeopardy. No danger lingered in the winds or shadows and tiredness draped over the large male. It was time to sleep and get much needed rest.
"Speech"