Cedar Sweep runic

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The soft song of night surround Asherah as she lay, peaceful. She was never fully relaxed though, her shoulders and body were always full of tension. She did not trust the peace to last. To her side she heard the forest grow quiet, the approach of another. Her ears flicked to catch the sound of gait but caught little. Her head turned, aware and wary, but unwilling to run just yet. She was simply too tired. If her death had come for her, then so be it. 

Another slipped from the darkness into the warmth of the moon and for a moment her heart stilled in her chest. The other, a female, was like her. A red wolf, lithe and with burning fur. For a moment she thought that perhaps this was her sister, that somehow they had found the same refuge. The female grew slightly closer though, and began to speak. Asherah's hopes were crushed but she did not miss the kindness in the other's voice. Asherah did not wish to stand, as she should when meeting a stranger, to protect herself. 

"Hello, sister wolf." She greet softly, pausing in her meal. "Here? To this creek, or to these lands? The first is a simple answer, the second is much longer." She was willing to share both, but opted for the shorter first to save the females time. "To the creek itself I came in search of water and rest, perhaps a meal." Her parents had taught all her siblings how to fish, sometimes it was all they could risk to eat. "To save your time, I came to these lands because my feet brought me here. The world tossed me around and I land here, for now. Before I am forced to run again." There was a strong melancholy in her orange eyes and she did not attempt to hide it from the stranger. 

"What has brought you here? Better circumstances, I hope." She glanced down to her fish, barely touched, then back to the femme with a knowing look. Without another word she bit the creature in half, keeping the bitten end for herself. She tossed the tail to the other, shrugging. "It is not much, but perhaps it can stay your hunger while you attempt your own fishing." Her parents had always been generous to other loves who met hem with kindness. The world was harsh enough, there was no need to add to it.