saya stilled in the shadows, the brush parting just enough to allow her a glimpse of the petite figure by the pond. the woman's ragged breaths were audible even from a distance, her slight frame heaving as though she had fled death itself. perhaps she had.
saya’s gaze narrowed, assessing every detail of the coyote-blooded woman. weak, desperate, worn—but not without potential. perfect.
the moss wrappings on her thighs came away in measured movements, deliberate and slow, revealing the healing scars beneath. no hint of her own exhaustion would show, though her wounds could speak for itself. she adjusted her pelt sack, the weight of the rabbits within pulling lightly against her shoulder as she emerged, the image of an angelic wanderer. soft, inviting.
the lightest tilt of her head, a practiced smile curling her lips.
saya’s gaze narrowed, assessing every detail of the coyote-blooded woman. weak, desperate, worn—but not without potential. perfect.
the moss wrappings on her thighs came away in measured movements, deliberate and slow, revealing the healing scars beneath. no hint of her own exhaustion would show, though her wounds could speak for itself. she adjusted her pelt sack, the weight of the rabbits within pulling lightly against her shoulder as she emerged, the image of an angelic wanderer. soft, inviting.
you look exhausted,saya cooed, her tone sweet as honey. she stepped closer, careful not to loom too large, letting her soft, doe-like eyes meet the woman's.
let me help you. i have food,—whatever you need.
the lightest tilt of her head, a practiced smile curling her lips.
i only ask that you allow me to sit with you. it’s so lonely out here, don't you think?
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