Porcupine Ridge artemis

she looked long to nutu.

the girl should have come with. she should have spilled the blood with them. yet the girl was hardly hers to tend to in any manner. for the best, truthfully. opinions held at bay as she loped steadily. the terrain underfoot was familiar even with its difficulty.

a glance to muskrat, a fleeting look to the behemoth man.

she kicked up her pace. part for show, part for every intent of cutting off each chance at escape for the creature they hunted. threatening teeth and knowing she might be met with hooves for it.