Wapun Meadow why don't you run from me?

the longer the blackbird stalked this crimson wraith, the more she was inclined to believe this was no fool sent on a saint's errand. however, for the first time in memory, this creature did not once acknowledge astara's trailing.

bemused (and perhaps perplexed), astara continued -- pursuing until at last atropos met a tall summit and cast her gaze downward. the scent of cervine was pervasive, as it often was in wapun -- astara drew the conclusion then that the cerise-backed huntress must have designs to pursue one.

when she glanced from the stalwart figures of the distant bucks back to atropos, she found the she-wolf studying her. whatever conclusion atropos came to was kept sheathed by silence; astara's gaze turned back to the herd, frowning as she saw a single black doe among the ruminants.