Haunted Wisp

A thin creature picked her way through the trees. A wan evening sun shined through and illuminated her russet fur. Her eyes were blue and vacant. Lost. Home. Gone. Her ears folded against her skull and her russet tail kissed her cream hind-legs. Her gait was fluid but if one peered closer they would find the shiver that coursed through her whole body. She was nervous. She had hunted this morning, and the image of the bleeding hare stuck in her mind. It stuck in her claws, between her pads, on her legs, on the white fur below her jaw... Eating her... She had washed in the river, watched the rivulets of blood coming away, but in her mind the image was not so clear. She felt tainted, poisoned, and although her stomach ceased to hurt she wished she hadn't hunted. I'm sorry. The distressed woman continued on her path.