Honeyed Pasture make me wish i hadn't

@Alkyone

The earth had fallen still, silent. Not even the rhythmic vibrations of Ny breathing from below could be felt amidst the calm. Sara sighed and tightened the grip he had on the winter hare's throat, though kept it gentle enough to save the relief of death from his plaything. 

Sunrise was near; eventually, he would have to find a place to rest for the first few hours of the day. He'd been moving more than he would have liked since making his way into this foreign land, though Sara knew it was necessary. He couldn't afford to be tracked, not now.