Kintla Flatlands Yet I’m still running, still going

she continued on her way, not knowing there was someone watching her.

there was a feeling of eyes upon her, though. an awareness of something. zharille stopped to regard her surroundings and then, growing impatient because of her hunger, she resumed her stalking.

the scent of various small animals caught her attention—in particular a patch of grass which looked to have been dragged, maybe by hooves or maybe by a rodent hoping to use the mixture of moss and greenery in their hideaway.

she lowers her head to further inspect the scent there, and while it is fresh she cannot discern what it is exactly. something small most likely, which was not going to satisfy her. then again, any hunting would be good at this point.