The Heartwood With an Angel's Face

tags for ref!

he told @Tytonidae he was going out for a hunt and departed before sunrise, agouti form picking a slow but nimble course across the pasture. but he was tired by the time he was in the woods—he was eight years old, after all—and soon sat panting beneath the charred boughs of a similarly old tree.

you and me both, he muttered to the blackened trunk, before he realized he wasn't alone.

aditya would have thought it was tytonidae if that wasn't completely impossible. then he remembered radha, and his throat clenched tight. but no—

why so many black-furred, green-eyed women?!

hello, adi called out, friendly and unthreatening, hoping not to take her off-guard. do you suppose anything worth eating lives around here?