Shadowwyn Moor a stately pleasure dome decree

Nunataq could smell the victory for a fraction of second, but a wrong-taken step, trip and a wham and a splash make her fall face first in the moor. When she finally got up and had brushed dirt away from her face and eyes, the hare was long gone, leaving her looking after it longingly.

But she did not have much time for self-pity and remorse, because a dark wolf, who she had not noticed previously, approached her, talking a great deal, most of which Nunataq received with a disinterested and bored expression. And when the speech finally came to an end on an upward-going note, she furrowed her brow a bit, pretending to look for an answer.

Which she did not in reality. With a bored yawn and a meh! she looked away from the lady, sat down began to clean her face from the liquid mud that was dripping from her forehead into her eyes.