Blackfoot Forest can’t sleep cause my bed’s on fire

@Svítaní Temny i am very excite for sis time!!

The wolfdog walks with the trained air of a soldier. Her footsteps (if she were human, her feet would be covered by iron-toed boots) are a consistent, staccato beat. Her head and shoulders rise out of the undergrowth. The trees spill a dappled green shadow over her and the ground, warping around the curving neck. Jasny has come on a mission, clearly. Her settled brow and shoulders complete what she hopes to be a stance of SERIOUS BUSINESS. 

Said mission was finding her sister. She had escaped not so long ago— a scenario they had repeatedly planned out in the wreath of secrecy, their heads together, crouching in undergrowth and whispering. Jasny still felt that someone, something, was watching her, a feeling of crosshairs on a naked neck. As if echoing this sentiment, Jasny looks back over her shoulder, haggard eyes and a tired, dark face.