RevelationsThe smell of the freshly acquired meat filled Phillip's nostrils. His fangs were the weapons responsible for the final blow that assured the tribe would be eating tonight. He slowly lifted his eyes away from the lifeless head of the Whinny that lay limp beneath him. His chest brushed the cooling shoulder of the fallen Whinny as he breathed to restore equilibrium. He focused his gaze on the lanky form of his mentor, the tribe member assigned to him by the Elder, Ayizie.
Ayizie was an awesome being to behold. Her robust yet slender frame rippled with muscles strong enough to take down a Skeith with ease. Her silvery hair was drawn into a hunter's braid that swayed with her hips, her eyes were an intense harlequin green, and her overall pelt was a warm orange-brown with black tiger stripes. She looked upon him with her brows furrowed and her lips pulled into snarl. Her voice was a rough growl, "What is with you! Why do you refuse to display that strength and prowess at the sparring circle