Jaden’s worry only intensified with his friend’s lengthy departure. She had told him that she was leaving to hunt and scout new places, possible places for their new home. But she had been gone days now. She wouldn’t leave on her own accord, this he knew with a burning conviction in his belly, but what would keep her days on such a simple trip? Perhaps she had let the events of recent get to her again. Wandering about without regard for herself, she could have come upon another predator. This one would be lucky enough to deal with the female alone. It would be free to tear at her fine coat, mar it with more red then he had seen on her before. What if… The thought was absolutely sickening and pulled a small, painful whine from him. His hackles prickled and he shook the potent image away.
The grass held a comforting reassurance. The Alaskan wandered over a still fresh print ladled with the woman’s scent. There was no way he had missed her by much. His tail lashed excitedly upon finding this clue and he glanced in the direction they led. She was headed toward the valley. Without another thought he was off, running at a speed that strained his injured limbs. A gentle breeze pressed into him with her scent and that of promised meat saturated on it. It seemed he couldn’t run fast enough with her so close.
The air on his body stuck a feeling of familiarity in him. How many times had he run with her here? How many times had they sparred and hunted on these lands. He fondly recalled their first test of each other. On their second meeting when he had gotten a surprise greeting on his daily patrol. A entertaining thought crossed his mind and was enough to stop his bipedal charge just as his friend came into view. A devious grin split his lips. The wind was on his side. He was still hidden by the forest too while she had just crossed into the valley itself. A perfect set up, so long as he could stay silent on his approach. He knew his friend wouldn't Obtest to a friendly, surprise greeting.
He picked up the speed he’d given up once again but his steps were no longer filled with untamed joy. He replaced that with the soft silence of a hunter that he so easily wore. It took him moments to clear the distance. The time was used to pick a striking point and admire the fine and missed form of his dear friend. A last second growl rumbled from him as a warning before he leapt clean over the woman’s dragged prize and tackled her. The power in him was concentrated not just on impact, but on the fall that came after. He’d do his best to keep her from too much damage, letting her fall on his damaged body if need be, before rolling from her and standing playfully but triumphantly. You took your sweet time with that hunt, my friend.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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