Sawtooth Spire illumination

feel free to PP hitting her, just no major injury please <3

the harsh clop of hoof against stone announced more than one followed the wounded stallion.

moro kept close to the ground, ears flat and profile low. at one point she stopped at a moss-hewn stone where the scar of a slipped hoof tore across it. pooling at its very center was a rich mat of fresh blood.

she lapped at its surface hungrily, then pressed on.

the stench of blood masked her scent as she crept close. he chose to pause as he navigated a tangle of raised roots, and this was his mistake.



bursting from cover at prolific speed, moro sprung for exposed backside. both paws outstretched as she sought purchase along his wither, teeth aiming to crush windpipe and subdue him before company arrived.