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Kipp. I could smell Kipp. I opened my silver eyes, inhaled, and surely enough, it smelled of Kipp, my son. My tail swished once, twice, and I wondered if Wilder had been more successful in leading my lost sons home than he had thought. I began to move, even despite the exhaustion still tugging at my limbs- I had been hunting nearly all night, tracking down a lost deer and feeding on it before, finally, transforming back into my old form.
I knew I was getting old, fifteen years wasn't exactly young, but it hadn't made me any less sharp, even more vindictive and manipulating if anything as I started to leave the fighting to my sons. But even so, my knees gave a little squeal of protest. I had heard of domestication and how horses lived for twenty, thirty years there, but not here. If not for my ability to turn predator... well, horses in the wild do not last thirty years. So.
I lifted my eyes, listening to the birds chirping softly. I didn't like birds. They were annoying twittering things, always yammering on. Like everything, they did have their uses though; they tasted excellent when I caught them in my black claws.
I finally emerged from the dark trees, eyes hard, and stopped. Where had Kipp been? Because surely enough, my nose had not deceived me.
"Kipp? Where have you been?" I used my hard, sharp voice, my punishing voice. He should not have been gone this long.
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