Greatwater Lake And since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse

Hunting had never been her forte, and proof enough of that was the sight of the doe bounding away from her as she came creeping through the snow. Not fast enough - not aggressive enough, really - and far more attuned to the beauty of the beast rather than the utilitarian purpose of its hide or its meats. The young woman huffed a small sound as she relented.

Her heart was racing and took time to ease. She looked around to the snow-covered trees, their empty boughs, and took a moment to breathe, and tried to orient herself. As Wilwarin turned her head one way and then another, or pivoted her body to try and get a glimpse of the sky so that she could gather her bearings, she saw a glimpse of autumn leaves.

No - a person! Her ears shifted to an apologetic, shy vee atop her head. She probably looked absolutely foolish!