Lost Creek Hollow and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt

nanoq did not notice her at first, though how he could miss her was anyone's guess. he attributes it to his ever-wandering thoughts, ceaselessly trudging around and around like a tired but persistent misery-go-round. as his jade gaze studies her: she is a slyph, draped in brilliant colors of autumn: gold wheat and dark browns. stunning, he thinks with a small ( perhaps surprised ) start.

she is watching him and nanoq halts his steps, curious that she made no noise to announce her presence. or if she had, he had not heard it. his misery laced thoughts were loud, after all. they gave him no respite ...at least not while he continued to feed them.

nanoq lets out a low chuff: an effort to assure that he meant no ill-will.