Blacktail Deer Plateau sets the heart in my ribcage fluttering;

sits too long, I snagssss

Rosalyn did not miss her wife's preparations. She was smart, sending the children away.... but she knew there would be no need, when her own time came.  If it came.  Perhaps, finally, the seasons were too heavy on her to allow her a season.  Only time would tell, but was it wrong to hope they were?

Not so heavy, however, that when the telltale cream flash flew through the trees, Rosalyn didn't smile and bolt after.  The instincts of the hunt drove her and she leaned in, letting her own frame flatten too into the joyous release of a dead sprint.