Strange things were happening down in Raisa's den.
One of the trio was dying, he could smell it from his den above them, but he couldn't protect them from something he couldn't see. He certainly wasn't smart enough to learn, either, and he wasn't....the best with words, never has been. As if words would help Raisa or the pup anyway even if he had them.
No, the tiger was perched up above, keeping his eye on the comings and goings and intercepting when he needs to. Coyotes, eagles, either chased off or eaten when he was on watch. Feathers gifted to Raisa and her children.
Carnifex watched from his rock as Seraphim started making his way up, tailtip twitching lightly, giving him a chuff of greeting once he made it to the top of the hill.
Where to today?his voice a deep rumble, he did try to be more talkative! He did!


