Felltree Marsh Betwixt gleaming fangs

@Blixen

This place held nothing for her. 

There was nothing of promise, nothing that spoke of hidden treasures or reasons why someone might visit this place to begin with. 

Amynta lingered only because she knew it promised solitude, her ochre eyes lighting on the stagnant, swirling pool only briefly with something that might have been interest or disgust. The soldier dispatched a songbird, a juvenile who had not yet mastered his wings. 

Dinner taken care of, the bitch stretched out against the remains of twisted tree and tore into her meal.