Mount Apikuni run in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

she is restless. her pelt burns and itches in the noonday sun, and once more she wonders why sleep will not come and allow her to forego this part of the day. but she's given up on it, and wanders once more outside the borders. the sun begins it's descent, yet not fast enough, and her pelt is on end as if to allow the heat trapped near her skin easier escape. it makes the fit woman look much larger than she is, nimble-footed as she descends the sharp rock, target set on a creek that runs somewhere below, one she can not yet see.