Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

k’edghildza brushed against him as she joined him behind the pine, her fur soft and carrying the faint scent of frost and earth. her gaze scanned the herd with precision, her keen eye catching the details of their movements, their patterns.

it wasn’t long before she spotted him—a solitary figure at the edges of the herd. an elder male, one antler cracked and crooked, the other missing entirely. the way he lingered, his steps slow and labored, made it clear he was not as strong as the others. blood darkened his coat near the shoulder, a fresh wound marking him as vulnerable.

she leaned into sun eater, her muzzle brushing gently along his neck, a soft nuzzle that spoke of shared purpose and connection. her lavender gaze locked onto his single golden eye, and she spoke in broken lanzadoii, a single word that carried both determination and direction.

there.

her nose pointed toward the elder male, the choice clear between them. the hunt would not be easy, but it was necessary, and together they would see it done.