Mount Apikuni eaten alive

her sounds did not cease at once. she drew them out, she allowed herself to feel how sound rippled through her chest with grinding vibrations.

yet when she did become silent it was all at once. no wind down, no easing of the sounds.

a good eye looked for what stirred beneath moonlight. she did not bother to hide the movements of her steps now. winding and weaving, eager to descend upon whatever had caught her attention.

she had not yet realized it to be a man.