Sawtooth Spire do not cry, do not weep

@Gabe

The night was making her rise at the very end of a sticky eve, illuminating the sky in shades of orange and red with a twinge of lavender as highlight. Ynes watched in awe as the stars slowly began their dance and contemplated the infinite beauty of Nyx. It was something which she aspired to, though she would never dare compare herself to such a deity. 

Small steps were taken along the rough lining of the ravine until she found herself at a spot smooth enough to slide into the lush green below. The blossoms were beginning to show, promising a lush hunting season for the wolves of the area, including Ynes. Does walked in silence with their fawns at their hip, the bucks at the head of the group to guide them along. She stared intently ahead as she tried to pick out which would be her prey, though it seemed that her spproach had flaws, as the herd soon scattered left and right in her presence.