Moonspear five

she is not alone, despite how much she wants to be. she teeters on the edge of a downward spiral, and longs to tip into it entirely. perhaps she already has. 

but then her frantic gaze settled on hydra, and she stills, panting. distress is evident in roaming gaze and the tension that radiates from her, and she dearly wants to ascend the mountain, see how high she can get before there's no air left and she comes tumbling back down. 

but ultimately the ivory yearling obeys the simple gesture, moving to fall into stride beside the queen. her mind reels, thoughts running rampant. "you saw," she guesses, auds pressed tightly forward, footfalls stiff.