Larksong Grotto it's always you

faust surged forward like a shadow breaking free of the forest, his muscles coiling and releasing with purpose. the doe's startled cry rang out as it bolted, her desperate flight carving chaos into the snow.
he cared not for the subtleties satori embodied; his focus honed entirely on the creature's fleeting form. his teeth flashed in the dappled light as his strides devoured the ground between them, relentless in his pursuit.
with a guttural growl rising in his chest, he lunged, his powerful frame barreling toward the doe’s side. jaws parted, teeth aiming for the delicate curve of its neck—he sought to end the chase with a strike sharp and decisive, his momentum roaring like the winter wind around them.