Wild Berry Meadow i am without a heart

astara waited — as insidious and uncollected as an oilspill in said wilderness’ water.

part of being a clever fighter was learning to strategize. every opponent was but another opportunity to learn.

when the agouti lunged astara moved with oily efficiency — striking off into an easy lope. she recognized keres’ intention was to herd her away. rather than make it easy, astara dropped her head and began to lengthen her stride, performing a half circle around the beast. she leaned in, a flurry of snaps to the empty air in rebuke.