Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

when she deigned to continue, satsu did not speak and instead found her footing on thin ledges, moving carefully and quickly. tamar nursed her sore paw pads and did not look up until it was too late; she was too large to follow the same path.
satsu felt the stirrings of pleasure in knowing the servant and herself were parted. it would take some time before the maiden found an alternative path.
finding herself alone at last - or perceiving herself to be so - there was a renewed lightness to her step. one ledge gave way to a henge, then a span of reeds, with an increasing chill across the earth as it leveled out.
the mist gave everything a mystical look. some places glittered with faint traces of dew. as her gaze drifted across the landscape, she caught sight of a pair of eyes set in a dark face.
this froze satsu to the spot immediately.