Stone Circle and folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

the hunt with west had done something to blondine. it'd made her realize that being partially blind was a hell-of-a-lot different from seeing nothing at all. she'd stopped laughing, instead trading in her smile for a frustrated lour. 

when they were finished, she excused herself to the border. the huntress trotted to the territory's edge, stopping a few steps beyond to lurch over. the movement made her wound throb, a few of the healing wounds on her face opening to bleed.