Larksong Grotto we almost drown when the sin sinks in

hope it’s okay if I join!

Days had passed since her arrival and Khemia had grown familiar with the woods. She would awake to the sounds of birdcall, and spent the daylight hours adding to her collection of leaves and roots and all things planty. Come evening, scratching sounds could almost always be heard as the scholar drew up her findings on the soft bark of her den.

Today began like every other day, except this morning it seemed her stomach craved more than just scrounged rabbits. Back in the Academy, hunting parties were a spectacle to watch and be a part of. Khemia really didn’t think she’d miss them all that much, and yet there was a certain joy and camaraderie felt after felling food three times your size.

Perhaps it was time for something bigger.

She would’ve ignored the trail had the scent of wolf not accompanied it. Settling into a light jog, she hoped she’d catch up with the owner soon.