With Ease

Black ears perked as a young voice sounded from behind her. The dark fae turned her head, gold and russet eyes falling upon the surprisingly large form of what was still evidently a young boy. His question brought a soft smile to her features and she motioned to the hole that she had been digging. "There are boar nearby. I plan to dig a pit and run one into it. Care to help?" The fae's ears lifted along with her accented tones.

Pitch continued to dig, shaping the pit as she went along. Some wolves filled these things with stakes, but she didn't feel the need for such a mess. Just a trip into the pit would likely injure a boar enough so that she could jump in and finish the job. As she worked, midnight paws raking at the earth, her gaze flashed to the boy again. "I am called Pitch. What might your name be, young one?"


"Pitch"