there is not prey, but there is a shadow. it slants through the grass in a way that makes it easy to bypass with her eye; when it does not move as she moves, she grows suspicious of it. swinging her attention back to the shape in time for her yellow eyes to meet those familiar golden ones. the woman's ears twitch forward—and then she is striding closer, cautious for the first time in many months.
the scent of her daughter came to her nose then. racharra; then the notes of dust the likes of which she'd only found in one place. of course! her daughter was with the sand people. thriving with them by the look of things.
zharille closes the distance and with a few appreciative grunts she inspects the girl, finding her healthy, and taller than before, but not strong-built like either of her giant parents. the desert had been useful to zharille and she was glad to see racharra, but somehow also unimpressed.
the scent of her daughter came to her nose then. racharra; then the notes of dust the likes of which she'd only found in one place. of course! her daughter was with the sand people. thriving with them by the look of things.
zharille closes the distance and with a few appreciative grunts she inspects the girl, finding her healthy, and taller than before, but not strong-built like either of her giant parents. the desert had been useful to zharille and she was glad to see racharra, but somehow also unimpressed.
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RE: crawl - by Zharille - March 12, 2024, 11:16 PM