Cavan

On his way back to the Ruins, Cavan had scented his sister and Betrayal, as well as the cougar she was so fond of. It made his hackles raise and his blood rise to think that Betrayal may be trying to trick his sister, but he had to keep his emotions in check for just a while longer, until Risen gave him the order. And anyway, he had to keep watch of the pups until he could hand off the duties to someone else. Maybe that Monarda fae...

Tugging the half-eaten hindquarters of the moose down the steps, Cavan moved them to a small room in the basement, where the fridged winter temperatures would keep them meat good for months.

Cavan

As he waited for the pups, the scent of a stranger came to him. A deep snarl rose in his throat and he rushed from the basement, flying up the steps and bolting out of the Temple.