Bitterroot Valley sundowning

seeking @Sky Eater and @Ezra if wanted <3

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the clearing was quiet when she slipped into it, late light bruising purple along the treeline. the earth is still damp from the rain, smelling of old pine and petrichor.

this part of the valley is peaceful, she learns—like somewhere a body could stop moving for a millenia and never be disturbed.

twitch paused at the center, ears pricked, tail low but swaying once behind her. she knew she had smelt someone here—were they hiding?