Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

satsu awaited the cue and when it came, slipped easily in to a run. she glided with a dancer's precision from point to point, with only the slightest disturbance in her wake.
as the deer took notice of the sound it looked for her - too late; around the eaves of birch and hawthorn, striking for the creature.
satsu was no deerstalker; too long feasting on beasts which scurried in the dark. she snapped at air and the click of her teeth spiked her target's heart with terror.
it bolted, with the woman pursuing hotly behind.