Hmmm... Was this where the guests of Ethne had come from? He stopped at an old and deteriorating border, the scents he had picked up as different in Ethne seemed to originate here, but it was fading quickly. He didn't know exactly what had transpired for the visitors to come in droves.
He was out hunting and had come across a strong fresh trail of one of those visitors. Were they coming back to reclaim what was theirs? The scent at the border dismayed him. He followed a fresh track up to a curious hut. There he found the tiniest purpliest young woman he had ever seen in the doorway, looking inside. Another scent laid over the past, a different pack. Ah... A terrible raid.
She spoke a rhetorical question. He was just close enough to catch the wave of grief and anger in her tone, coming now off her like an ocean.
"There won't be a satisfactory answer to that one, I'm afraid." He offered in a deep baritone from behind her, a good six tail lengths away from her.
Knight
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