Chimera Fields crawl

she crossed the slough, which took several days and left her a mess.

this petered out to grassland; the plains now littered with spring flowers, her muddy sides became home to pollen and grass seed, among other things netted there. there was the subtle pang of hunger in her belly which zharille determined could be ignored for another day or two.

the air grew heavier with salt. the rain eased off as she came in range of a plateau, but the myriad of scents there deterred her. she thought of calling out to them—whoever had chosen this seaside place as their claim—but she had seen seawolves in her travels.

they were small, thin, and quick. they were scavengers, or they fished the edge of the world and fought against bears for their food, and they often lost. no; these were not the kind of men she wanted.

a detour took her through another forest and as she found her way to the rocky eaves of a quarry, the hunger that had begun nesting in her gut grew to something dangerous. zharille was agitated; more-so that she had to put aside one hunt for another. but it must be done.

as the giantess moved in to the (chimera) fields beyond, her focus shifted fully to any signs of prey.