The Last Saber Tooth's Secret

Previously

…As he drew closer, she could see the scars etched into his muzzle, the testament to a life lived on the edge. But she also saw the intelligence in his gaze, the deep, resonant power that seemed to hum around him. He was not just a hunter; he was a survivor. He stopped a respectful distance away, his massive head lowered slightly, a gesture of deference, perhaps, or a silent inquiry. The wind, which had been a constant companion of his lonely trek, seemed to soften here, its icy bite dulled by the valley’s warmth. The air was rich with the scent of damp earth, blooming flowers, and, now, the distinct, potent musk of another sabertooth. Fang let