Emberwood jedanaest

she did not like the rise in her heartrate.

she knew she needed to go hunt now, that her watching and tracking could be acted upon when her flesh felt so ready to act. the bulls here could be driven into the ground in a locked state.

there were also cows, roaming and fattening their forms along the emberwood's bark and dying grasses. the options were almost too plenty!

thank you, was all she offered now. falling into a silence that bordered something deathly still. as if winter had come early to only ice diver.