A Kill A Day . . . [Sirius]
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The other wolf moved quickly, and Hester let him take the lead as she distracted the large creature, keeping it from swiping at the wolf on its back as she weaved in, wounded, and then danced away. It wasn't until the bear fell still, dead, that she slowed her pace. Breath was heavy in her lungs as she came to a stop adjacent to their now dead quarry and watched the man lean heavily on a snow leopard, the sounds coming from the smaller of the two making it clear she'd been the one injured in its rampage.
"Is she okay?" Hester asked, unsure how best to respond to the man's words. Adrenaline pounded in her chest, blood pounded in her ears, and though she wasn't ready for the battle to be over, it was clear that rest was what was needed here. Hester, always ready for battle, had a soft spot for the smaller, gentler creatures in nature, though it never caused her pause when sating her own hunger. It was the way of the world, the way Peregrine willed it, and she knew the Mother would forgive her for it.
Something touched her head, a slithering feeling that alarmed her enough for her to shake, and belatedly, she recalled the damage she'd taken and forgotten in the midst of battle as blood flung wildly. She grimaced at the pain, but otherwise, gave no indicator that she'd noticed it.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
The other wolf moved quickly, and Hester let him take the lead as she distracted the large creature, keeping it from swiping at the wolf on its back as she weaved in, wounded, and then danced away. It wasn't until the bear fell still, dead, that she slowed her pace. Breath was heavy in her lungs as she came to a stop adjacent to their now dead quarry and watched the man lean heavily on a snow leopard, the sounds coming from the smaller of the two making it clear she'd been the one injured in its rampage.
"Is she okay?" Hester asked, unsure how best to respond to the man's words. Adrenaline pounded in her chest, blood pounded in her ears, and though she wasn't ready for the battle to be over, it was clear that rest was what was needed here. Hester, always ready for battle, had a soft spot for the smaller, gentler creatures in nature, though it never caused her pause when sating her own hunger. It was the way of the world, the way Peregrine willed it, and she knew the Mother would forgive her for it.
Something touched her head, a slithering feeling that alarmed her enough for her to shake, and belatedly, she recalled the damage she'd taken and forgotten in the midst of battle as blood flung wildly. She grimaced at the pain, but otherwise, gave no indicator that she'd noticed it.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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