Hideaway Strath Something came from Nothing

oh, it hurt. a lot hurt.
her wounds were healing though. and Sasha hadn't learnt still.
she brushed through the woods like a watercolour brush stroke. looking for someone to play with. someone while Nyra wasn't here to avenge.

Sasha likes the stream that ran so close to their land. it was peaceful. quiet. picturesque when she wasn't being drowned in it.
the shadow ahead seemed to have a similar idea.
Sasha chuffed. she didn't sneak attack or anything. she wanted to talk.

the wolfdog trotted to catch up, a lazy smirk on her face.