Horizon Ridge mara mesta

The light of urin grew stronger each and every day. There was no end in sight for the brilliance or the warmth it afforded, and the days grew long in accordance with the season. Brier dominated the majority of the slab-like plateau, and the scrubland itself was home to many tiny birds singing their praises to urin with their sweet little voices. It was the late morning—the sky was clear and so bright, it seemed to stretch on endlessly, transitioning between a striking azure and deep cerulean along the horizon. And there, among the ruins of scattered rock, a pale shape drifted. It might have carried itself like some lowly hravan; a wild beast, which was apt, for she was a wild thing and more a creature than a wolf, or so she had been told. She was smaller than the mighty wolf that roamed the wilderness and this was a fact that little Ruku accepted, for there was no way to dispute it. Being smaller made her quick but not quick enough, lithe but not powerful, and even if she had wished to be something more, her brethren would always overpower her. Such a meek thing she was, and she slunk across the earth with the hope that no-one would notice her. It was better this way.

When the figure finally gave pause, she was on the leading edge of a brook. It might have been stronger at another time of the year, but the summer heat had worn away at its limited supply of water—she dipped her face to the surface and tried to lap at what remained, and stopped a moment later. The grit of grainy clay touched upon her tongue; the water had been sitting for too long and was not palatable. She moved on in mere moments and the deeper she went across the plateau, the more amazed she was by the vista that spawned around her. There were many weary trees with sun-baked leaves dotting the hillside interspersed with evergreens (some tinged with reds rather than their natural deep greens, and she felt a sudden stab at her heart, knowing what ailed them and also knowing she could not stop their decline), dense scrubland peppered by the amorphous shapes of broken boulders and loose clay that had settled many days ago. She dipped her nose towards patches of this too, investigating the gaps in the plateau and the piles of rock which had fallen in to place. Something had gone desperately wrong here—and she wondered what it had looked like in its prime.

When there came a shift of movement in the trees, the pale figure stopped and without thinking her body flattened against the dirt. Whisps of thin fur floated around her with a gossamer sheen. She looked sharply towards a nearby copse of trees as they shuddered beneath the pull of a warm wind, and realized a moment later that she was watching a small doe with an aging fawn creep through the trees. The fluttering of the creature's heart abated somewhat; her gaze softened and while her body did not relax entirely, she began to slip along after the tiny family. Her goal was not to harm them—she was merely an observer, and hardly equipped for the task of taking the fawn for her own gain. Alas, that would have helped her—hunger was ever-present for the girl, but she knew she could not do it without proper praise and supplication to her people's gods. 

Instead, she breathily spoke a smaller prayer. Eru lye mánata, and the mother doe lifted her head from grazing; the girl took the twitch of an ear and lazy descent of her long neck as acquiescence, and let a rare smile press upon her face.

it is absolutely not necessary to match this, omg, i'm sorry i just got really in to it.