6/27/2025, 3:17 PM
Snagging this, bc I've been dying to write with you ;;
After a long journey down the peaks she'd marked at her people's burial site, snow and jagged mountainside opened to meadows and forest. Dense, but not as daunting as her homeland. She takes to exploring it with ease; the white raven stalking through rows of pine.
The thunder of hooves beckons her. A stampede, more like; a stag leading his harem through the forest of old. She'd been tempted to give chase herself, but she was rather interested in the predator that had failed their hunt...
Svalla finds a boy pouting. Mourning the loss of his lunch. With a rumble of laughter, she reveals herself with a flag of her tail.
Although, she'd never been this lousy of a hunter.
After a long journey down the peaks she'd marked at her people's burial site, snow and jagged mountainside opened to meadows and forest. Dense, but not as daunting as her homeland. She takes to exploring it with ease; the white raven stalking through rows of pine.
The thunder of hooves beckons her. A stampede, more like; a stag leading his harem through the forest of old. She'd been tempted to give chase herself, but she was rather interested in the predator that had failed their hunt...
Svalla finds a boy pouting. Mourning the loss of his lunch. With a rumble of laughter, she reveals herself with a flag of her tail.
Miss your mark, cub?She couldn't help but tease the young man. He reminds her of herself, when she was young and reckless.
Although, she'd never been this lousy of a hunter.
Pouting isn't going to catch you lunch, child. You aren't even going to give chase?She asks as she takes a seat, watching him with sharp, knowing eyes.