Haunted Wood there is a light

edit: for solharr when he's accepted!

 
Ashy trees blotched with colours of coal surrounded the woman as she went. The trickling of a river made the peach's ears stand on end, and her paws worked to find it, pushing through plant life, weaving within the trees towards the source. Running water sounded mighty good right now, with how parched the little lady was.

She continued in a set direction as the sound got louder. Eventually, the plants seemed to lead the way for her, growing more sporadic—yet greener—the closer she got to the water. And then, in a parting on the horizon, she saw the riverbed. Georgia approached, tail waving. She stood with her paws firmly upon the bed as she craned her neck downwards, savouring the water.

When the silken woman looked up, she scanned her environment, only to find a deer looking back at her, it's eyes beady, alert. She watched it for a moment. Curious. It dipped its small head down for a drink, long, dappled neck supporting it. Hooves plastered into the side of the river.

Georgia wondered, then, how the need for survival could tempt you to share resources with a predator. She could track, chase, kill this creature. It would provide her sustenance, something that was worth, in her opinion, far more than the deer's life.

But, no. She sat still, yellow eyes surveying the ungulate. Pondering.