Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

roan had left synder in the den. he let her sleep this morning, saying that he will hunt for her. her leg ached terribly this morning, and he knew they'd have to find a reprieve somewhere.

he heard through the brush the dying wail of a hare— he was not alone. hairs raised, he barreled through with a snarl grace his lips, black gums flared wide.

when he saw her agouti brunette furs, he slowed.

maeve.