Early morning in the foothills of the spine, snow still coating the forest floor despite winter having come to an end. It had been a hard winter for the inhabitants that lived in the spine, game had been scarce and the freezing cold had reach new heights. Everyone was looking forward to spring but despite the spring equinox taking place a few weeks ago, the snow had yet to stop. There were some faint patches of undergrowth attempting to reach out to the sun’s weak rays, moist earth that was ready to flourish with bright green sprouts.
A few rabbits were out of their burrow. Muffled footsteps of their young leaving weak traces of their presence. Hunters saw this and left them be. They weren’t desperate enough to destroy an entire generation of rabbits just yet. Keyword: yet.
Kuu had been sitting up in a branch, looking down at all that was happening beneath him. He saw a few pine martens and squirrels, a fox or two, a couple of birds. He frowned, realizing that this was unusual. Perhaps the scent of that black shuck from a few days ago was really a ominous warning after all? He’d have to go and investigate more, had to see if he could come across that scent again and discern the nasty dog’s intentions. Belonging to no court, safer out in the human world than the fae, everyone with a nose should know that this was his forest.
Sure he had been absent the last decade, he had things to do! Kuu was a busy man! A curious man! He was fae after all, staying in one place was such a drag. There was a world to see, mischief to make, pretty ladies and handsome men that could enthrall him for a week or two while he waited for her to remember him. Because really, nothing could begin until she remembered his name.
And it was boring waiting for that to happen.
So he had gone away, only to come back to his forest, his home, to see that everything was a mess! Black shucks roaming around like they owned the place? Give him a break. Kuu rolled his amber eyes, leaping down from his perch and in mid-jump shifting into the incredible large form of a black cat, completed with a black mane and long, fluffy black tail. He almost looked like a house cat— if a house cat was just shy of six-hundred pounds. And the funny thing was: Kuu was considered small for his kind. Many cat siths were closer to seven-hundred pounds than six-hundred in their large cat form. But the smaller he was meant that he made far less noise. Perfect for sneaking up on a black shuck.
Without further ado, Kuu gave a large yawn, his whiskers twitching before he set off, jaws parted open slightly, letting the breeze lead him to whatever scent shouldn’t be there. And much to his disdain he picked up that scent again: a black shuck. The same one? Maybe. He was going to find out, and to the west of the forest he stalked.