Stone Circle The wild hunt

Dated to around the 10th.

Plants were boring. That was her professional opinion after her mother had spent a day of futility attempting to teach her, it had come to nothing. Her sister seemed to enjoy it, but Keoni scoffed at the prospect. Well, figuratively. Her thoughts turned to a different direction- the hunt. She had aquired a taste for flesh, and this was her preferred meal. She had the chance to see her mother bring down a rabbit near their meadow, and she was hooked.

She stalked across the meadow now, a clumsy, loud replica of her mothers own careful stalk. She spied a bird, stalking toward it, the bird noticing her long before she got close. It flew in the foliage above, leaving a disgruntled pup to stare up at it with longing. She wanted to hunt too.