Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

Yami had spent a few days haunting Moonspear’s devastated slopes. In the end, it occurred to her that she remained there only to torment herself over the ghosts of her family and the regret that threatened to strangle her. When at last she walked away, she was hoping she would be able to breathe again when she did so. It didn’t quite work out that easily, but it came in small doses eventually. Moonspear’s shadow was long, but the further she got from it, the better she felt.

Not that she could say she ever felt good.

At that moment though, Yami’s mind was elsewhere. Whenever she needed an escape, hunting was her fallback, and the creek she stalked along now had already shown promise.

She lowered her nose to the reeds and took a few dozen breaths. There was an otter around, and she was determined to murder it and eat it’s carcass. It would be therapeutic, and also delicious. She just had to find it first.