Fairspell Meadow Autumn Moon

her heart quickened its beat. she slowed it. it picked up again. the anxiety couldn't be quelled.

hunting grounds of вукови. every scent, every trail and every bleached bone told her the same.

so why risk it? 

the question hung in the murmuring of her mind, as the dog stalked trough the autumnal grasses.

a вук in the distance.

she began to make a wide circle around them.