Dark dirges, red urges

Edmund took the lead when prompted and continued their trek through the foliage. Regularly scenting the air, swiveling his ears, and eyeing his surroundings had become nearly second nature with how much time he had spent in his molten tiger shift. It helped him stay on the trail and he pointed out other clear signs of their quarry to Maea as he went. Edmund wasn't sure if she'd told him to take the lead to test him or if she had less experience with hunting. Regardless, noting the signs to her couldn't hurt. Hopefully, he wasn't misinterpreting, and she didn't feel like he was patronizing her. Molten paws froze mid-step and Edmund crouched down as they came around a bend. In a clearing just ahead stood a herd of wild horses, grazing on the rich grass. From what the young Ancient could tell, it was a stallion, two mares, and a young foal. Edmund molten fur, molten heart