Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

please skip asturd in future rounds <3

it had been a harrowing week's onset since astara's brush for death; in that time she had lost muscle condition, and appeared far more gaunt than a child her age should appear. she had always been a rather detached child, but the poison that seeped in her veins had saw fit to make her more remote, and the little shadow that limped along behind the pack seemed more hobgoblin than girl.

her stamina had dwindled well before they left the confines of their home. she would not be able to hunt today. frustrated by her body's failure, astara longingly watched as her family moved past; hungering shapes blading through tall fronds of grass.

from her vantage she could see the tall forms of browsing elk. she would serve as dark vigil on the broken hill, and little else.