Northstar Vale ( 夜明け ) fear not this light

her teeth were on the pulse of this animal.

a stoat, plucked from its pinewood home. she had become better at hunting, ironically more sharpened even as she moved with extra caution now.

this beast had cost her a short run and the slap of branches upon her face, where blood briefly welled. she had done it all the same. but as she turned, tamar's ears swung. she was not alone here.

a goat, bounding past. the wolf looked up toward the silhouette upon the ridge. their eyes met.