Broken Antler Fen and, oh, that heart

praimfaya, though determined to attempt to catch one of the three foxes that had come to call the fen home whether she was joined by another or not, was glad to hear the approach of footfalls. two sets of teeth were infinitely better than one and together they stood a higher chance of being successful. she expects to see aleks, dacio or ingram joining her because it is those three whom are often in her presence. she is pleasantly surprised to recognize that it is the pale form of opalia instead. aside from their initial meeting, there wasn't much opportunity for the two of them to really get to know one another. roangeda becoming an actual pack left praimfaya busy: busy with her wanheda training, busy looking for isi — whose life she believes to be in danger — with almost desperate abandon.

no, praimfaya murmurs in quiet agreement to opalia's observation. if we're lucky, the famine will have worn them down too. admittedly, nobody was at their full strength and knowing that their prey suffered as well would make the playing field as balanced as it would be would they not be stricken by famine. either way, praimfaya thinks confidently as she moves down the path opalia gestures to, they will be successful. they had to be.

her steps slow and then halt when the familiar bottle tail comes into view, streaking into the underbrush that rustles from impact. she lowers herself instinctively — though she doubts the dark green will do much to hide her. they yip at each other in their high pitched call that causes the worlida's guard hairs to prickle. the underbrush in the distance rustles again and two come tumbling out, nipping at each other. playing, praimfaya realizes with a rush of relief.

opalia and her still had the element of surprise then.

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