Rising Sun Valley shouting the name of a foreigner's god

 

@Branwen

she lays sprawled out on the cool earth, the skies overcast and grey. rainfall patters lightly on the canopy above, far too light to penetrate summer's growth. she gnaws on the carcass of a partridge, caught and quickly consumed. hunger dulls slowly, and after the rush of the hunt she is content only to lay here as emerald gaze roves the hollow places between the trunks.