Hideaway Strath Picture yourself in a boat on the river

Hunting was her weakest and most desired skill. She had tried her hardest to learn everything that had been withheld from her most of her life, but it had proven to be a difficult task. This afternoon, she followed the scent of rabbit into the cover of the evergreens, and she hunched low to the ground, so still that she was barely breathing. Her cerulean gaze swept the ground for any tracks or other signs of where her prey may have gone. She thought she scented it nearby, but it was impossible to pin point its location by just scent alone, at least for her.

Rumbling in the ground suddenly pierced her concentration. The ground creaked and vibrated beneath her, this time much stronger than what she had felt before. She shook with the earth, remaining low to the ground to avoid falling over. The rabbit dashed from beneath the fronds of a fern a short distance ahead, frantically running from the area. Effie only spared the creature a brief glance, too frightened to care about hunting now.

After what seemed like forever, the vale finally quieted down, and she slowly moved from the ground into a sitting position. She glanced around anxiously, wondering how long she had before another quake shook the mountains.