Tipping the balance took a step. Quiet and calm. Another. She was gaining on her prey. There was a crack, and the snake fled. She cursed her luck, lounging around the swamp. Maybe the mask was a hindrance, she thought, but she didn't want to remove it. It made her feel braver and ready for anything. Perhaps she would happen by another kin on her hunt and give them a good scare. She really hoped for that more than she hoped to actually hunt down anything.
She mulled over her next step while she pulled out flowers by thier roots. She was officially bored with nothing to hunt and no one around. She sighed, wandering a ways off to a body of murky water to splash around and maybe find some fish.
Reply | ||||||
|
|