Greatwater Lake remember how i died when you started walking?

The Emberwood stirred under a light breeze, its vivid autumn hues trembling as if the forest itself breathed with quiet life. Sunlight filtered through the lattice of aspen branches, casting golden pools on the forest floor, where fallen leaves crunched softly underfoot. The occasional chatter of squirrels and the flutter of wings overhead filled the air, a symphony of animals that painted this place as a hunter’s dream.

Gjalla moved like a shadow, her sharp gaze sweeping across the terrain as she tread carefully over the uneven ground. There was no urgency in her movements—she was patient, methodical, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Her breath steamed faintly in the crisp air, a sharp contrast to the quiet warmth of the forest. Her eyes, cold and calculating, occasionally lingered on the fiery colors above, the rarest flicker of interest brushing her guarded expression. But it was fleeting. With a flick of her tail, she refocused, ears twitching to the rustle of a hare in the underbrush ahead.

There it was—a target, unaware of her approach. Gjalla dropped into a low crouch, muscles coiled with precision as she crept closer, the dry leaves muffling her steps just enough.

for @Baela !