Sunset Valley Pǎnakär

She freezes to the garish display, eyes quickly averted. It was as clear an indication as any that Faust had no intention of leaving behind the taiga. And while he may have believed they would not see eachother again— she knew they would, so long as her resolve had also named the icepeaks home. She wondered if he would allow her to live— or if she would be chased off his land.
The huntress does not even flick a tail tip until Faust has fallen into the snow-haze, at which point she looks for Skorpa among the trees beyond the ring of winter sun. Ayovi believes she sees him— a brandishing of scarlet at the helm of a dark larch. But she does not go to him.
With a floaty whine she trots out and away, opposite of each man, leaving a tearstain of bright red in the snow where once she stood.