Moonsong Glacier tastes like tequila

she rounded the badger, frame pressed low as she crept forward. stomach brushed against the cool earth as the muscles in her legs tensed, sight fixated on the jugular of her target.

jaw clenched as she prepared herself to pounce — only for a howl to send the creature running.

an irritated grumble rolled it's way past her lips as she felt the thumping of annoyance pulse along the side of her temple.

breathe nephele, they didn't know. the words spun in her head like a washing machine as she approached the figure of a man who sat looking way too cheerful.

"you interrupted my hunt," she said with plain displeasure once she was within a short distance of him.