Large paws felt the strange sand between them. He looked back at the landscape he left behind, the rocks and steep slopes of Faller's Fjord rose up around the edge of the water. He had followed a trail thick with tracks of prey heading north. He headed south. What were they moving away from and how can he take advantage of that?
He let his little silent slave meander about behind him or next to him, not giving her much notice but keeping tabs on her all the same. She was still a skinny little thing despite his efforts to feed her scraps. He had plans to find an easy meal and have her feast on it. Get her filled out and healthy before her heat cycle ends. He must find a way to establish himself here to regain an army so he can go back and dethrone his father. What better way to gain followers than to make them of your own flesh and blood? God's in their own right.
He lifted his nose to scent the air. Winter gusts from beyond the landbridge told him that the other side was landlocked in freezing temperatures, while this side was heavy with summer's sweltering heat. No wonder the prey were meandering through here in droves.
He told his girl to mess with her maps behind a bush while he hunkered down and waited for the right moment to strike a migrating something. Maybe what they find here could be something she liked.
