Her compliance easily assumed, he lifted up the fur again, higher from the other smells just so in the wind so he could catch the pure scent of it. Yesss.... Not the one he was initially looking for...but a Morningstar nonetheless...
"My girl... you have finally led me closer to what is mine..." He ignored her shivering, her passive truthful shake. His eyes locked onto the fur and then the blood. What had happened here? Which Morningstar was it? The princess? By all accounts, she had a brilliant pink coat, not this storm shine grey. Perhaps another princess? They had bred like rabbits, he barely remembered how many they had captured and how many slipped away. The crown princess had been promised to him. He was eager to claim that prize one day as well.
"Morningstar..." He mused aloud. Dropping the goat from his shoulders.
"Fill your belly my little Kitten. We have a hunt before us. What happened here?" He leered at the brush of blood over the ground. Taking a tentative sniff. A kill or an accident?
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