Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

heroes and gods, in the stories of old, were blessed with crowns of brilliant silver clouds. a halo to signal their divinity. how else would anyone know the difference between a man and a god?

but these things were far from her mind now. there was only nimbus, the jackrabbit, the hunt; the wintry flavor of the air and the night descending upon them with long inky shadows creeping in to replace sunset's ruddy murk.

she made no verbal response to his banter, but an answering smirk lingered a few moments on her lips. swift and lightfooted, she darted ahead with her body low to the ground, opting to flank the opposite side in a roundabout manner. the jackrabbit startled and tried to flee — but with wolves on either side, the creature hesitated, seeing that it had few options.

few were better than none, though; its hesitation would be its death.