Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Ye could stay, y'know.

Mictec would be lying to herself if the idea wasn't so intriguing to her, to make a home near the trees her abuela had so longing wished to see. But she doubted herself, what value would I bring? There was a clear drive in him, one of youthful optimism and a goal for the future unlike her own sporadic path.

Self-sabatoge

If there was one thing abuela and the madre could agree on, it was this, to find a way to ruin what was good, what made her believe she needed to push herself away from others, even the one she thought she could give her heart too. Now is not the time to remember, she sneered at herself, emptying her mind so that she could at least do what she did best, hunt.

She allowed for him to take the lead as she focused on steadying her breathing. The hunt meant endurance and by the scent of the doe, it would give way to a chase. Every step she took gently and caluclated, something that made the larger warriors of the pack curse at her since they never learned to be in tune with their bodies. The deeper the trek into the woods, the more her killer instinct grew.