Dawnlark Plains hymn to blood

properly chastised, lestan pulled his eyes from swordfish and found the distant figure of the deer, standing tall with a stillness that tugged at him, somehow. "w-we won't a-argue."
and he would not, choosing instead to get away before his companions could stop him. he'd certainly dragged them into enough.
crouching, the mayfair explored the warm tracks with an outstretched paw, then slipped deeper into the tall grass, knowing he was not alone.
but the rise loomed, prickling him with sensation.