Redsand Canyon iv: the wind, unchained

"but soft! what light through yonder window breaks?"

sleek and silver, the goddess descends from the heavens to bless Kaali with her presence. the witch is stunned, naturally, coming to a clumsy halt upon spotting her, nose lifted, eyes wary but curious. she tilts her head, ever so slightly, in silent inquiry.

who are you? where have you come from?

my love. . .

"hello," she greets, a gentle, shy smile lighting her face. "good morn to ye. i haven't disturbed your hunt, have i?" the she-wolf's concentration had been broken; Kaali felt something akin to remorse, but it would quickly fade as she relaxed into the aura of the goddess, warm and cool altogether.

pulling her in,

inch
by
inch
by
mile
and