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Two shadowy figures stalked through the halls of Basantha Shrine. One, the tallest of the two, was a Temple patterned Akail. The other was a Bludgeon Baskerville.
Coryn Bloodfang, the Baskerville, rattled the chain of his mace tail in irritation. "Why not? I can smell it, the helplessness of one who is injured. Easy prey. I'm not sure about /you/, but /I/ can't live on baked rolls and jerky." He growled. "I need meat. Real meat. Meat that is warm with the blood of the one I killed to get it."
Flyyn'Delmar gave an exasperated sigh. "We're here for a hunter. Maybe even a Mekkayena if we see one. Not to pick off every little weak thing you happen to scent."
The Baskerville ignored the tracker of course and went off to find the one he had scented. Soon other scents reached his nose. Others near the injured one, others that he hadn't scented above the injured kuhna. He strolled up to them, the clacking of his claws against the stone loud and pronounced, and the clanking of his mace tail adding to his eerie appearance.
The akail ran after him.