Broken Antler Fen no fui suficiente una vez

work & phone post. please excuse typos, etc.

praimfaya passes her time either attending lessons, patrolling or hunting despite how meager the catches she manages are. a scrawny opossum hangs from betwixt her jaws as she weaves thru roangeda’s territory with the ease of intimate familiarity. already, she knows the territory well enough to claim that she could walk it blind. the air holds a permeating chill and her breath spills out around her catch in small tendrils of steam that writhe in the air before dissipating. it is on her way to a cache that she sees the familiar form of catalina in the distance, appearing to be enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. a low muffled chuff of greeting is given in lieu of verbal greeting, sure that her words would be lost in the muffle.

nanowrimo: 130