Rivers and Roads - Printable Version

The white ghost moved at a click through the Lore, slipping between the tree's tight crevices. About a week ago, Hecate had been strolling about in the Rise and to her surprise, she had found a rabbit hole nuzzled between two oaks. Today appeared to be slow, so she made her way to go check on it. In hopes of bringing something back for her matriarch's pups, the mission was riding her back a little heavier. The twin girths caught her eyes between the greenery, a childish smile managing to plaster itself on her muzzle. The rabbit was just sitting there! Who could have known it was so easy?

The unsuspecting body ate at the clover on the forest floor, allowing her time to attack. She skidded past the rabbit's backside, opening her jaws wide to crush them down. CLICK. A miss. Her prey took off at the speed of light into the bushes as she scrambled up and into the brambles. "Dammit!" She shouted, the thorns snagging at her skin while the idea of a meal pushed her on. With a final tug, she was released from the foliage and was put back on the rabbit's tail. There was no way she was getting home on time today.

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The sun beat down its raise, softly, onto the grassy knoll ahead. Wildflowers in full bloom littered the ground as if the crimson blood of a giant had fell to their death here. A quiet breeze also tickled her fur, sending the flowers into motion as Yennifer gazed beyond the field to the edge of the forest. Today was perfect, uncommon in the hot months of summer. Not to warm, yet cool enough for a nice nap under a couple fir trees. Wasting this day though cooped up inside a den would be a sin.

The wind was in her favor as she opened her jaws and let in the scent that hit her. From time to time it wasn't uncommon to meet a passing creature; a couple deer, a few snakes, even a wolf or two. Usually the exchange was met with caution and if fate was in their favor, they'd depart with a brief nod or a snort. It seemed like they were hunting, the fear scent of...rabbit maybe, was hitting her nose like a cloud of smoke. Whoever it was hadn't made the kill and Yen wondered if they would break through the forest wall.

Squinting her one good eye, the she-wolf gazed through the shadowed trees trying to make out any shape of company. Though she stood out like a sore thumb, a inky black silhouette against crimson, she did not care and showed no emotion of hostility to her newly arrived guest. Cocking her head, Yen sniffed the air again curiously.

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