Morningside Cuesta skaiplei

just gunmetal and silverkiss, all the way down from what she saw. no sooner had heda heard his voice than the stranger was accepting, and moving off with enviable assurance. her eyes saw him no more, and she watched the herd uneasily.
had he just gone off?
doubtful.
clenching her clawed toes against the muddy earth, heda drew strength from its thrumming core and from the anger she carried now from day to day.
off in the left, the herd started, a ripple of alarm coursing through the ruminants. the rivenwood woman trembled as the wall of sharp hooves wheeled and started to gallop directly for her.
she dodged to one side, snapping at the nearest unguarded flank, yelling and barking to harry them on.
a ribbon of crimson and white, she gained more and more speed, until she was all but caught up in her dodges of the swinging antlers, the hoarse lowing of doomed beasts.
the cliff loomed.