Stone Circle i'm dreaming

@Dawn

blondine spent most of the night making a mental log of the things she would need to relearn. tracking, 'cause i can't see, she whispered, hunting, 'cause i can't see. a moment of silent thought. fishing, 'cause i for-damn sure can't see that. the huntress laughed at her own admission, finding it much easier on the spirit than mulling over what'd happened.

come morning, she rose from her den and continued with her mental mapping of the territory. there were several scents on the wind, most of which went unrecognized. blondine wanted to avoid the -archs for the time being, but hoped that someone would come along.