Nocturne Summit i just wanna leave tonight

Setting: September 19th at dusk.

The emptiness was the last thing that Miyax expected. There were signs of life everywhere and the hunter felt pride swell within her each time she discovered a trail, or a graze-line, or the old scat of some creature or other. She was not frustrated so much as she was perplexed by the absence of bodies.

Each time Miyax came upon a new scent (whether she was crossing the hills or climbing along the narrow mountain paths) she would keep still and observe the area—but in each instance there was only stillness, only silence. She had not forgotten the shivering earth at all, but it had not linked up in her mind with the clear absence of prey. So she kept on roaming, higher, further, until the air began to thin and the daylight had muddied in to darkness.