Haunted Wood cold cold cold

jynx. it was a small name for a small individual. her nervousness was resplendent.

she followed behind him. he did not pause as the scent of their prey grew stronger.

the doe was blinded. she lowed pitifully, head lowered toward the snowy earth. perhaps it had been an infection. perhaps it had been an injury. the loss of one sense would make her unpredictable.

"i will keep her attention. wound her flanks. and stay behind her elbow. she will slice with her hooves given half the chance."

a pause. the silver eagle was off, a growl thrumming in his chest. the deer ran. the wolves must pursue.