Morningside Cuesta sons & daughters

the matriarch had slipped away with the intent to hunt, slipping just past the borders into a comfortingly familiar territory she'd frequented less than she'd like to have. it was bittersweet, walking the old hunting trails etched into her memory. they were changed now, of course, the wear of seasons wearing away at that perfect familiarity. 

the sky stretched blue above, and the huntress paused a moment to watch the gentle pinks and golds painted there. the sun rose barely above the horizon, the clouds scattered in that perfect way that ensured a colourful start to the day. breath left her in a sigh, and she slipped into an easy trot, gaze seeking something that might sate her brood that day. 

@Soleon