Finders Keepers

Kotori wandered through the mangroves, looking about at the familiar scenery.  He saw the edges of the mangroves often enough when he watched Valta’s boundaries but rarely went in very far.  This was a place he’d spent more time in as a child or even as a younger adult when hunting.  This was still a perfectly acceptable place to hunt just not his favorite choice.  

The scent of deer and a hungry belly had brought Kotori out farther but now his plans were changing.  The deer was off the menu as another scent had come up.  There was a wolf out here and one that was still young judging by the scent.  It wasn’t one of Valta’s kids so, who was it and were there other wolves with it whose scent Kotori hadn’t yet caught.  

Kotori wasn’t bothering to hide the sound of his walking through the mangroves now.  He’d see what happened when the other wolf noticed him.

"Kotori Fatalis"