Turn stripes of orange and black red

Kotori wasn’t the most social of wolves but he did want to know all the members of his pack well, at least in areas of importance.  He also wanted to make sure they continued working hard at their craft.  Taking Sanna patrolling with him occasionally was a good way to help achieve both of these.  It was winter now and so it seemed the bears had gone to hole up in their dens but, most predators don’t hibernate and their bellies still rumble when hungry.  

Kotori was both irritated and cheerful when he caught the scent of a large cat near his territory. It was still in the mangroves but closer than he cared for.  Kotori slid threw the trees with confidence, knowing this area only a little less well than his own pack land.  The tiger was even bold enough it appeared to be heading in the direction of Valta!  That was one dead cat!

“You start the attack this time,” Kotori informed Sanna, “I’ll be right behind you.”  

"Kotori Fatalis"