Fiona pulled herself up the mountain to the northeast, sinewy muscles churning through the hard-packed snow as she gained elevation. She had spotted cloven hoofprints on her sweep of the hollow's border, and she tracked them now, leading up and away from the place she had called home for some time now. The space between the prints was small, leading her to believe it was goat that made its path this way, and she was quite certain it had a limp, based on the pattern.
The witch stopped for a beat, glancing behind her and down into the valley where Anselm no doubt pouted about something and the young girl was likely still suffering from her head injury. The woman with which Anselm had coupled with appeared to be gone, though whether temporarily or permanently, Fiona did not know. She hoped it was the latter, if only because this was no environment to raise children. She did not imagine that Anselm would be a good father.
The witch stopped for a beat, glancing behind her and down into the valley where Anselm no doubt pouted about something and the young girl was likely still suffering from her head injury. The woman with which Anselm had coupled with appeared to be gone, though whether temporarily or permanently, Fiona did not know. She hoped it was the latter, if only because this was no environment to raise children. She did not imagine that Anselm would be a good father.
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hunted down - by Fiona - January 28, 2024, 11:01 AM
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