Broken Antler Fen Beaver Brunch

the вук and the хрт locked eyes.

the laugh died on her lips.

every muscle beneath her coat tensed. medalina took a step backwards, into the deeper treeline.

eyes never once left the predator, but the mind was omniscient. a gap between the cedars. a felled branch resting against a trunk. stretch of semi-muck across a clearing.

another step backwise, watching each of the predator's.