Witch's Marsh My mirror says I could use a break

no worries! sorry i let this & skylla slip under my radar. <3

would skylla have gone off of brief glimpse, he might've mistaken her for a fawn if only because of her coloring; despite that her size and build was ( of course ) all wrong for it. despite the seashore palette of his own pelage he finds her particular coloration unique — and only because it reminded him of deer. which, probably was a dot he should stop trying to connect. she was a predator, not prey.

same as him.

even if her ghostly gaze triggered a soft shudder to slither down his spine.

it gave the impression that she was staring into his soul: even if he wasn't aware she could even see at all.

near her woods. it begs the unspoken question in skylla as to why anyone would want to claim a territory near this marsh. no doubt the stench did not stay contained.

i was not aware of any packs nearby, skylla begins. it is hard to smell anything over this marsh. a small curl of his lips is given in mirth at his own ( lame ) joke.