Noctisardor Bypass somiyon

heda spent all her time hunting now.
when she woke, it was not to roll toward her sisters but to seek a drink of water and then begin for the day.
with autumn's brisk breath came small changes to her coat, longer limbs, sharper teeth. 
heda, who by now had told mahler, @Sequoia, @Druid, and @Witch of her intentions to be called this new name, now crouched at the edge of brookblind.
a small bird was one thing. these had stalklike limbs and hard, pointed bills. but she was undeterred, and slipped like a crocodile into the water.