Fairspell Meadow The Count

she took a moment to size the male up. he was large, much larger than her. scars dispersed along his pelt, the telling signs of battle experience. fighting him over the kill was dancing with danger, so that option was off the list.

“maybe.” yew sat down and curled her tail over her paws. she turned to the does, whom were still running from the scene. “i was just about to bring that herd closer to my home. you just made my job just a little harder,” she teased.