Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

her ears twitched backward at the hushed sound of his voice. his grumbling the man grumbled at her heel as if it he did not cast the suggestion himself. odd.

her pace quickened, paws gliding over the earth as she led him deeper into the brush. morning light filtered through the trees, dappling her coat with gold.

When the scent of deer hit her nose and she spotted recent tracks, she slowed, lowering herself into cover. "how d'you wanna do this?"