Deepwood Weald Lost without you

The coyote, swift and sly as it was, escaped from Maude's grasp, running from her through the sand and into the forest once more. Maude, blood on her lips, howled in bloodlust. She merely had a taste of the creature's vile blood, but now she wanted more: his tail would have done nicely. Maude, with nothing else to vent on, threw herself in anger onto the sand, tearing at the soft material and throwing it haphazardly until her anger subsided, leaving Maude panting and caked in sand. Her mind slowly turned away from the coyote, his annoyance quickly forgotten as she remembered why she came to these Wilds in the first place: Ferahgo. Without another thought of the coyote, Maude turned and set back on her initial course.