King Elk Forest Night Sky

Grace? ;)

At the moment Olive was given the okay from her partner, her mind quite suddenly sharpened. With her target in sight, Olive succumbed to instinct - that pit in her stomach to drove her to take life from this earth. It was the opposite of a blessing; it was a nightmare that made the nymph face the ugliest part of life again and again. She literally couldn’t live without it. It was this particular duality of existence that often unsettled her and left her questioning.

But the smoky fae would face the music later, as at that moment her entire being was channeled into the act of stalking. Olive felt her muscles activate within her, each in turn; so acutely controlling her body that she nearly glided over the earth. Bending down to hover above the ground she moved, floated, over the leaf litter. Olive was a wolf and a hungry wolf always knew what it was doing. Moving her gaze was not necessary because, with a flick of the ear, Olive perceived the infinitesimal sound of Tivona moving into alignment. Soft winds gently buffeted Olives body and directed the slender warrior downwind, past the pig.  She did not want her scent would not forsake her: her prey had senses that equalled her own, designed to protect its life and would easily be able to sense the two wolves should they make any misstep.

But then they were in position. The round creature remained unaware, snuffling around in the dirt. Again, Olive turned to Tivona and tipped her chin up in a motion that directed past the boar. In this sign language, Olive tried to silently instruct her to drive the animal into the nearby clearing. Olive would assume the task of meeting the animal in the open. It wasn’t ideal, but Olive felt the need to spare her new friend from the experience. If the boar were to lose its life, it might as well be at the teeth of wolves who would not relish the experience.