Hushed Willows oh no, i’m sorry if i smothered you,

the distant sounds of one rising from slumber drew the huntress's attention. bright eyes scanned the surrounding scenery in search of the source.

there, some yards away, stood a woman. aphiwe inhaled deeply, the faint scent of blood barely discernible among the rest. 

she approached, apprehensive until prompted otherwise. you, ukopha ingcuka, where are you hurt? aphiwe would wait for a reply before moving forward.