As Skarr marched toward the entrance of the forest where Cael and Aldric were being held, memories flooded back to him.
A few months ago, the Dhole tribe had attacked the red panda tribe for no particular reason. The attack was brutal and unprovoked. They had wiped out half the tribe in a single assault. The survivors were running, desperate to escape, being pursued relentlessly by the Dhole pack.
But the surviving red pandas made a decision. Even though they were still being hunted, even though they could have tried to run and save themselves, they chose differently.
They chose sacrifice.
The surviving half of the tribe gathered together and performed a ritual. They sacrificed themselves willingly so that one person could gain the purest form of dark magic. One person who could seek revenge for them. One person who could ensure that their deaths meant something.
That person was Skarr.
