The Heartwood cease and desist

There was no life in these woods.

Save one. 

The sprite darting between the dead trees, an ill begotten snack held between their teeth and in their mouth. They let out a silent giggle, the only knowledge of its existence being the minute quiver of their shoulders, before they dipped their head down to lay out the body of the quail they had taken from a fox when it had investigated another noise, that noise being them, throwing pebbles with their maw.

Then, they rolled an egg out of their cheek, resting it beside the quail. Slowly, the fay creature lowered their body to the ashen dirt, tucking the egg to their chest, and starting to strip meat from the delicate bones of the quail, still faintly giggling at the success of their little trick.

these woods were familiar safe often visited and it did not bring fear to track prey trough them when poor foresight led it there where there was little use for long runner legs or good gaze

rabbit, chased since morning and now tasting so much sweeter for the effort spent on its soft bunnymeat now seeping in hisher mouth, dangled from herhis jaws as heshe sought the way out.

a white shape trapped herhis attention and the hunteress halted, deerlike.

eyes went wide.

dog

dogdogdogdogdog

she knew @Andrés and @O'Mally and they were great things to see but they had a destination a goal in mind and so the greyhound left them where the wind was tinged with salt and gave a single goodbye bark as they went towards seawater loud and crashing and wet and persistent and not for runner used to field and valley

this was new dog

(dogdogdogdogdog)

and it could be new 

pal? buddy? friend?

if shehe did well.

heshe gave a polite greeting bark

but mouth was still full of rabbit and one ear went down part of throat solid things shouldn't be in and instead  of good greeting brindled greyhound bent and began screechily coughing suddenly sure they would die from inhaling what shehe did.


and still as coughing went hisher mind drummed

dogfrienddogfrienddogfriend

There was shrieky noise, and Lux lifted their muzzle from their prey, still silently giggling like an entire weirdo.

Then they stilled, staring, blue eyes wild, before their tangly limbs were a frenzy, gathering up to their feet and silently opening their jaws in a mute approximation of a bay. Friend!!

Friend like them!!

The windhound pranced to the greyhound, face wide and smiling.