Larksong Grotto XLVIII

no need for apologies! i love the turn this took <3

the sharp tang in the air is fox, and his daughter was quick to sweep down on the animal.

the birds winged away. a young fox, successful a moment before, now raced away from the instinctual bunch of the wolfcub's muscles.

augur, who could have killed the flame-hued animal with a snap, did not react save for a clutch of broad toes in the rich loam.

a feather trailed downward in the moment that grey tooth became flame stalker.

it was a moment in which augur waited to see if his daughter would pursue the fox or turn her attention back to the birds above.