Tekka's wounds were now but a mere thorn in her graceful paw. A very distinct scent demanded the attention of her sensitive olfactory. It was one she had smelled long ago, and then about a year ago twice. It was blood lust. The craving for blood was unmistakable. She often submitted to it herself. Now as she trotted forth, her head low, the scent mingled with another...the girl.. Ivy was what she called herself? And someone else too. She came within 20 yards, and a curious cock of her head signified her urge to move closer. But the other...who was he?