Cedar Sweep while it still beats

the scarlet woman had hoped to snare the stag with questions; she was hungry for knowledge. as it was, he was all too familiar with a wolf's hunger and was reasonably spooked by the proximity. the priestess' slender muzzle snapped shut and she canted her rifled head back, watching him in silence as he departed. she made no move to give chase -- instead she slipped down to the bank to slake the thirst the heat had pressed upon her dry throat.