Blacktail Deer Plateau hey young blood

It hadn't even been days, perhaps hours. In a whirlwind of excitement she the yearling had lost track of time. Fresh faces of the strangers who had greeted her were stuck in her mind, leaving the silver and alabaster to ponder over them. They were both quite curious, resembling, in ways, past acquaintances and family. Memories had resurfaced, ones the woman had been trying to get over. Most of the time she could get over emotional wounds quite quickly, yet for reasons unclear to her the relatives and friendships she had forged in the past would not be warded away.

First the pregnant fae had approached, or that's what the wolfess assumed her to be. If not hunting must have been even better in the plateau than she had originally assumed. But it was the male who intrigued her most, perhaps it was simply that he was so similar to Bacchus. In youth she had idolized her father, maybe the cause of her interest in the stranger. But Eu was certain he held some sort of mystery, secrets, something to unveil. There was no way to be sure, or it would appear that way to the sensible, but the lass was too stubborn and proud to doubt her theory.

Seated on near the fringes of their land, the fem scented the air for prey. Aromas of wildlife flooded her nostrils, it would take time to single out just one. Deer was the most apparent inhabitant of the lands, besides wolves. Yet from her experience the fea knew it was wisest to hunt the tawny mammals in packs, it also added to the success rate of the kill. Whispers of a pack hunt had reached her, but it seemed that the event had already passed. It was a bitter disappointment, but something to look forward to. The adolescent raised her maw to catch more scents, eyes trained on the horizon.