Silver Moraine picture i'm a dreamer, i'll take you deeper

a black hind visited sapphique. sobeille watched it sup the cool waters of glintwater, and then followed it straight out of sapphique.

normally, she might be compelled to hunt it. but something about how it walked through the tangle and out into the moraine stayed sobeille’s predator impulse; she was not certain it was real.

the hind grazed. the afternoon churned on, each second accompanied by the quiet drone of woodland insects. the hind moved. sobeille followed.

something caught the creature’s attention. her dark, slender muzzle lifted from the grass and turned south — each long velveteen ear held in perfect repose. sobeille froze. the hind started and bolted into the moraine.

there was no hope of pursuing her further. sobeille sat beside the trail, frowning as a similar scent took her attention. she knew it — it was on the tip of her tongue — but from where?