Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

maeve spared him a sidelong glance, a sly smile curling on her lips as she studied him, tongue kissing her teeth. “as long as you don't miss your cue, sure.”

she crouched lower, her muscles coiling like a spring. “—be ready.” with that, maeve slinked through the underbrush, each step careful but sure.

the deer were just ahead, their forms dappled in sunlight breaking through the trees, necks dropped to graze. she gave roan a single nod as a signal before she darted forward. the deers' heads shot up, eyes wide with alarm before they bolted toward the brute in the brush.