Sleepy Fox Hollow inner moonlight

The vagabond had grown to like the hollow in the first few days of staying there. She knew that there were more things she ought to seek, but the solitude of the territory was calming and had managed to soothe a portion of the wildness in her bones – albeit, only for a moment. Ginsberg had found good food in the dale, granting her temporary hunting grounds and a quiet reprieve from the noise of the outside world. There were not many who made their way through the dip in the mountains. When she was not feeling sociable, she could find hidden places to conceal herself until they departed and she was left alone again.

The wind whisked overhead and toyed with the branches in the trees. The mountains were quiet, even from the sound of birds. Ginsberg moved beneath the looming foliage with a sway of her frame and a watchful glint in the sea green of her gaze. The scent of rabbit had been on the air before the winds had shifted their gale, and the wild wolf was on the hunt to sate the burning in the pit of her stomach.