Fairspell Meadow The Count

the light drizzle that morning caused yew to wander a little ways from the borders. the rain would cover her scent better, so she wished to utilize the moment by hunting.

there was a small herd in the distance. hopefully, she’d be able to lure them closer to the woods. as she approached on light feet, she spotted something, or rather someone, else. he probably had similar intentions.

yew kept herself as at a distance and followed the stranger as he hunted. there was little chance of him catching anything, but he took a fawn down effortlessly, to her surprise. it was then when she moved in closer. maybe she should just steal it from him, or maybe he could help her out. 

“nice catch,” she chuffed. she made sure to keep her features neutral, to ensure that she wasn’t a threat.