Duck Lake dancing shores

methodical chaos erupted with the bulk of the herd splitting off in frantic spurts, leaving the elder cow to struggle on her own.

the once distant figure burst forward, revealing the shimmering moonlit beauty of a young wraith. nephele kept a distance between herself and the others, watchful, calculative. she did not know them — she would not brazenly risk her health for them.

but the allure of a full belly kept her tethered.

she waited until the right moment presented itself before she lurched forward to assist where she could. an ill-footed step seized a wince from her, but she recovered quickly enough to not let it show — not in front of them.

she aimed for the quickest end to the beast, a swift and lethal bite to the jugular. her grip would remain as strong as the man's clasp on the cow's leg. should he slip, so would she.