Hoshor Plains And just like that the past bites you in the ass

small game is all the girl is able to manage to snag as her foot heals, slightly unfufilling but it fills her stomach anyways. loosely hanging and freely leaking is a halved hare slung from her canines -- swaying as she limped on. avoiding others is her priority for her foot serves as perhaps the only weakness she has. urias was kind to her, but she was not foolish enough to believe that all within their species was like that.

but it is only her luck that she should find another standing in the intended path, causing her hackles to raise as her survialist mind races to the forefront of her concious. but scylla does not bare her teeth just yet. she waits, intensely staring and simply waiting for the other to notice her presence. if the stranger continued on, so would she.