March 18, 2022, 02:52 PM
Imaq darted after the quail she'd been stalking, breaking from the cover of underbrush, only for her altered balance to send her sliding. She crashed into the ground, spitting a curse in the northern tongue as she went down heavily. The bird flitted away with panicked flaps and hops, leaving the she-dog in the dirt alone.
Rising with a sigh, the shepherd glanced back at her scarred haunch as if she could curse it into regrowing a new limb. Shaking her head in frustration, Seelie moved into a discouraged walk -- heading for one of the small streams to wash the blood and dirt from her scraped elbows and ribs.
Rising with a sigh, the shepherd glanced back at her scarred haunch as if she could curse it into regrowing a new limb. Shaking her head in frustration, Seelie moved into a discouraged walk -- heading for one of the small streams to wash the blood and dirt from her scraped elbows and ribs.