Blacktail Deer Plateau now that the evening is slowing

冷静, she said. the nervousness in the girl's voice brought ying's own ears down flat upon her skull. she hadn't meant to make her upset; the momentary stress seemed to have disable her filter. fish swim in ice, the huntress explained as she slowly lifted up onto all fours, sometimes die, but mostly swim. ponds didn't often freeze to the bottom. when they did, it was often a blessing; a large meal would come to welcome spring.

she balanced herself before walking to the water's edge, seeing if there were any silvers to point out.