Chimera Fields i am inimitable i am an original

@Wilwarin

Her nose is against the snow.

Moondoe stepped from Moonglow’s borders, down from the peak, more towards Moonsong than anything else. The sea is faint but present on the breeze. She thinks if she lifts her head and looks, she might catch a glimpse of that distant shimmer.

But she doesn’t. Because she is hunting. Her mind is not focused on woes for once, nor her assigned task (she has time, she tells herself, time to watch the hunters, time to know which of them would be best).

Vairë rooted her nose beneath the snow, upturning it with an upwards swish of her nose in a spray of white. It doesn’t help her with the scent, but it makes her feel better.