Lost Creek Hollow When we were younger, we used to sit on the grass

gun to my head i couldn't write u less than 2 paragraphs ig

it was those noisy breaths finger-snapping at her subconscious that coaxed the earnest scholar from her studies -- for phaedra had resolved to be specially volitional in regards to her sense of belonging and purpose and therefore took to acquiescing every impulse that came to her in case it led to some unprecedented career trajectory.

recently, such impulses tended to insist upon far-flung night wanderings. 

now, one might ask hey, what kind of career is 'night wandering' even relevant to?

this one might answer i dunno. 

isn’t that the beauty of the scientific method? there had to be an application for wanderlust to the wolven way and this wolf was determined as ever to discover it.

come sunrise, with sky yet to veil the soul-pale face of venus and bold autumn yet to spread through the hollow her passion fires, phaedra unhitched from the shadows and began her track home. 

she didn’t feel morning's bitter breath until she halted upon the trail to listen and it bit into legs tired from ranging. her muscles pleaded with her to run off the brumal leach of the wind, but the girl had already decided that impulse didn’t presently suit her. 

no -- the gratification of following her senses was nearly instant when another girl came loping ‘round the bend, nose to the earth, expression sculpted by concentration and for the most part informing those around her -- phaedra -- that she was hard-pressed and time-poor, socializing wise.

her toes clenched anxiously. she was suddenly tongue-tied by the sheer indecision of having the patron’s choice of address and stared blankly at a hare sitting stock-still a few yards beyond alyx. 

synapses were painfully inert after several long nights bereft of rest.  

her brain didn’t thaw quickly enough and she was the fool to stand in the middle of a game trail, so unless alyx happened to glance up in time to avoid it, the two would collide on the grunt-end of a hastily assembled, “thererabbitth—!”