Okami's gone soft. Twelve birth cycles ago, he would of killed those... things in a heartbeat.
He's gone soft.
The Red Tree provided little comfort, there were less food and no water. Prey did not venture to these parts. I hated it here.
Those things that looked like me.
No fur.
No claws.
But they were not me.
I threw my head back and howled for Okami. He had gone to bring back a hunt, he was, however, taking an entire birth cycle to get back.
Again I howled. No reply.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Aga-
Someone's coming.
I darted back, the smell of blood was strong. I felt a strong air of defiance and ignorance, as an Alpha; I felt no choice but to bear my teeth.
Now!
I sunk my teeth into his foreleg, but instead of tasting the all too familiar metallic blood...
Sand.
How curious.
Once again, I howled for Okami. But not for him to come.
For him to stay away.
