Meadowlark Prairie someone to rely on as thunder comes a-rolling down

sometime later that evening, astara might find herself grateful to have come across heloise. for now, her brow set in a determined scowl as she wrestled the sharp tines from their stay. 



they did not budge. the buck’s skull held fast, and the girl was spent. scowling, she turned from heloise and sat a distance away, her form sphinx-like as she watched heloise consume her kill.