Redtail Rise the summer i turned pretty

she'd been on her own for nearly a week now, split from her mother and left to battle the world on her own. a choice she had made willingly, a choice she had fought for. it had taken nearly a month of convincing nephele that she could survive out here by herself, that she could handle whatever it was the world would throw at her, and thus far she'd done alright. 

small game was easy enough to hunt, no weird men had come to creep on her yet. she was free, and life was good. 

she had taken to holding up on an outcropping along a mountainside, some quiet place where the foot traffic was slow. not many bodies moved through these parts, and she was ok with that. there were enough residual smells left here by whatever pack had once inhabited the place to ward off most curious visitors, which worked perfectly to zephyra's favor. 

most of the time...

a few coyotes had moved in nearby, likely looking for some place to birth their next young. her time at bearclaw had left her with a particularly bad taste for the canine pests, and so she sought to rid them of the place. and so when the sun rose so with it did the youth, ready to run out or kill off her unwanted neighbors.