Neverwinter Forest In the Circle of yours arms, safety

Amalia sighed deep in her chest as she left the shores for the forest. Sandy was present in her black fur, clear spots where it spiked and stood up. She had done her best to get here quickly, and that meant the sea shore. Here though underneath the boughs of large brawny branches she felt safe, she felt at home.

She made sure to skirt the borders of their friends though some of the scents smelled stale, she would need to tell Sahkmet this, perhaps she would want to find out more.

Amalia took the time, to fell a small fawn. She then placed it delicately on her back. Though her mouth salivated at the taste and her stomach rumbled. She knew Kukutux would want to share food, a breaking of bread as it were, and she wouldn't deny her this. She would just provide the food.

can be a cameo + archived if this is too old/awkward<3

she, a slim, tall figure. weaving trough trees.

( each tug of foliage upon her locks, a reminder of inadequacy. )

looking for new kill, new kill, always the same. brown eyes surveying for stirrings of small life.

it was a велика, тамна shape that caught her gaze. tangle of limbs and colours and bumps. the huntress paused. her head canted. she was puzzled.

oh.

a вук, fawn slung over his shoulders. чудно.

he passed through a section of sparseness, flat and speared. carpeted by low foliage ( how annoying! ) .

she concealed her body behind a pine, only muzzle and neck revealed, watching.

чудно.

No worries.

Amalia had not seen the dog beast. Though as her knees almost buckled inder the weight of the fawn and the sheere e haustion that dogged her steps. Not much further she kept telling herself. Not much further.

A sixth sense lifted her head and she turned green gaze towards the forest trees. Long. Slim neck with strange face peeked at her. Long. Thin everywhere.

Hello?

the вук had caught a trace of scent on the wind, or inferred from the birdsong a predator's presence, or merely possessed a sharpened instinct of a wild animal.

no matter, once his eyes were on her, the pulse near her dewclaw quickened.

deciding not to risk the fickle nature of beasts, the huntress whipped around, and in a sway of braids and fur galloped deeper into the wood.

Amalia watched the bizarre creature run and then with a shake of her head. She continued on her task. Time was of the essence after all. She had much to do and and share with Moonglow.

She blew a breath from her nose once and then began a low loping run towards the way she had been set upon, before interruption.