Fireweed Rise Restless

Originally she planned to head towards Hush Meadow, or perhaps even the Marsh (even if there was a high chance of running into the children of Narime, a risk she wasn’t keen on running right now). She wished to avoid the companionship of her age-mates at all costs. After all, they were all so childish and not at all like Morganna, or so she liked to think.

She had caught @Skoll’s scent heading off to the west with a distinctively fishy odor about it and so with eyes narrowed suspiciously she diverted her route to the south. She had fallen victim to her brother’s pranks one too many times to bother seeking him out when he was clearly up to no good.

She moved swiftly and with purpose, although she had not strayed this way before. Ever since the death of dear Skana she found herself wandering further and further from home. Further from the memories, but even here she wasn’t safe. A buzzard circling overhead bought back memories of the snake she had unwittingly riled, which in turn led to memories of this and that. Little things she couldn’t escape no matter how hard she tried.

Her jaw took on a determined jut as she finally reached the rise, the crags of riddle heights to the east, and who knew what to the west? But which way would she go next? She supposed she should begin to head home soon, no doubt her mother would be worried if she spent the night under the stars, but surely with more children on the way she would have more important things to distract her thoughts?

A whimsical sigh left her lips as she dreamed of all the little sisters that must be squirming about in her mothers stomach, for surely she wouldn’t wish more brothers on her dearest daughter. No. They would all be little princesses, and she would teach them all they needed to know. No more smelly boys. She simply wouldn’t have it.

Her gray shape sprang lithely across the landscape as Nari pursued a rabbit that she had flushed from its hiding place a minute or two before the chase. With age the woman had filled out to be more muscular than she liked, and unfortunately her speed had dwindled. It was a lot harder to effectively catch rabbits nowadays. However that didn't mean the silver hunter never caught them.

Leaping over a puddle in the middle of the rise Narimé trailed the rabbit by a single wolf length. If she could reach it before the rabbit found its hole Nari would have a small dinner to gobble down by dusk.

The rabbit took a sharp turn unknowingly towards the Archer child who stood hidden by a hill about several meters away. However Nari, agile as ever, took the turn rather well and decreased the distance between the rabbit and her jaws. By the time the pair of animals reached the top of the hill Narimé had managed to grab a hold of its back leg. Crunching the leg within her jaws the silver wolf broke bones then quickly flipped the rabbit above her head before it tried to bite at her face.

Keeping her eyes directly on the falling rabbit the hunter quickly sprang up and grabbed the rabbit while on its way down by the back. Once sharp cry from the rabbit was cut off as Nari quickly ended its life. Standing triumphantly with the fat spring rabbit dangling from her jaws, Nari huffed to catch her breath before she noticed a dark shape standing in the flatter area of the rise.

Caution entered her stiffened limbs as the woman could not smell the yearling Archer as of yet. The rabbits blood filled her nose while Nari watched the familiar stranger carefully to see if they had noticed her.

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