Bramblepoint diortosire

Half-asleep and uncertain of her safety, Hemera slowed her pace, the rustling of leaves breaking the silence. She wasn’t alone; someone was watching from the shadows. Her steps faltered, and her muzzle lowered, her senses sharpening as unfamiliar scents filled the air. The sandwoman rooted herself to the ground, ears twitching, alert. The stranger was not stealthy; perhaps it was their way of reassuring her that they did not mean harm. Still, she drew strength from the Lord, certain He would keep her safe. Not yet was she needed elsewhere, not when so much remained to be done here. This land could be shaped into His kingdom, but first, she needed to rid it of the darkness that tainted it.
"Show yourself," she commanded, her voice steady and firm. She would not be the prey of an unseen watcher. Her plum gaze swept the canopy, yet there was nothing but shadows. 
"Step into the light!” she ordered once more, unwavering. Though the moonlight was weak, she demanded to see who dared follow her through the dead of night. If they were indeed following, that is.