The Road Not Taken

It wasn’t much longer before the deer had gone from dying to dead.  Kotori lifted his head, licking some blood off his muzzle, scenting the air.  He hadn’t imagined it while distracted by the chase, another wolf was in the area.  This land was no longer owned by Ashen, heck, Ashen didn’t even exist now.  A strange notion and yet, whenever Kotori was here it felt as if it still belonged to Venom.  Anyone was now accepted here.

Kotori didn’t scent any animal likely to quickly take his kill, the faint scent of fox but even if it tried it wouldn’t be able to eat much with the time allotted, nor was it overly close.  Kotori made his way to where the scent of the wolf was stronger.  He recalled being here when younger, and he knew exactly where he was heading.  The pool had been a fascination the first time he’d seen it.  Now, it felt natural that it should be here, it was a part of the Ashen that was now gone.

“What brings you out here?” The words weren’t judging or defensive, more curiosity.  The wolf showed no signs of hunting, nor did Kotori smell any other wolves with this one.  He had been warned of the Syndicate and yet didn’t know who all the wolves were in that.  Doesn’t hurt to check.

"Kotori Fatalis"