Fairspell Meadow Autumn Moon

the predator made a move.

it was not much of a predator, the huntress had to admit. more akin to a dog in size, and that coat too-

but the thoughts were taking hold of her mind, when it could be used to carefully calibrate each movement taken.

the вук stood in-between her and the mountains, the open plain. medalina was tense, weighing her options.

a distraction might work.

straighting to her full height, the afghan hound stood.

"gud dei." in a voice deep, even and just loud enough.