Deadly

Tadi streaked through the woods. The few animals he passed barely realized he was upon them before he was out of sight. The sound of his movements over the terrain were soft. All of his energy was pushed into his legs and paws.

A sickening scent had crossed his path earlier. It had stopped him cold as he made his rounds on his patrol. Immediately his stomach had turned and the meal he had earlier consumed was rejected. His stomach continued to heave until he found a batch of wild mint growing under a tree. Rubbing his nose in it, he began following the horrific odor after warning the others on patrol where he was going. He ignored the warnings to wait and let someone accompany him. The urgency within him wouldn’t hold him back.