Bearclaw Valley i could just sink into this sea, forever

they tried, but success eluded them on swiftly fleeing cloven heels. indra settled her pace and drew alongside blondine with a sigh, tracking the doe's receding form with wistful hunger in her gaze. it would do no good to extend all their energy in a fruitless chase -- and it was better now to recognize defeat than to push for it and threaten their reserves.

"she really is the one that always gets away." indra offered ruefully, swinging around her russet companion with her nose trailing the ground. perhaps they would have better luck rousing smaller game, and she searched the forest floor for any tracks that might give away the presence of an easier meal.