5/9/2025, 1:07 AM
aw, seeking Cloud Lash
The world was blooming anew.
Choumi wondered when it was her turn, but only idly. There was little to do but think during the long hunts. The wide, brackish river had been an obstacle she had not expected the buck to attempt, but here she stood, fur soaked and salty, on new beaches.
The buck's trail was weak, almost hidden under the brine, but Choumi's nose was keen and her patience inexhaustible. The huntress shook her pelt and swiped her tongue across her nose, wrinkling her muzzle at the salty taste from the water. It was, at least, sunny. The breeze from the sea was cool, but the sunshine would dry her sable fur quickly. She stepped forward with confident, precise strides, weaving across the sand to pinpoint where her quarry's trail started up again. She'd seen him in the distance, on her own long swim across - tan hide disappearing from view into the foliage while Choumi paddled against the current.
There was little to do but think within the confines of her mind, on these long hunts. She enjoyed them for their meditative practice, but hated them for how lonely they were.
The last thing she wanted to do was be alone.
