Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

no more blood flowed.

sariel could not afford to lose more. aggressively they scraped their tongue against the ground, again and again, until the nerves went dull. nothing, nothing, their stomach cried, roared, raged.

their eyes bulged. a whirl, twist, a turn to snag the remnants of a wildflower, grass, whatever they could fit between their jaws. their stomach churned, but sariel was desperate, and this was all they had.

the approach was noted with the whites of their eyes, and faster snapping of grasses, but beyond an anxious stamping, they did not move.