Hunted By Shadows

Dark ears perked at the sound of approaching paws and Pitch adjusted her position so she could watch the grey woman approach. As the fae spoke, the obsidian lady gave a nod. "Please," she spoke simply, gesturing towards the circle that she'd lined out. "I planned on digging the pit and then running a herd of deer towards it." Melodic, Arabic tones explained the plan. She motioned behind the grey fae with a point of her dark nose. "There was a nice sized herd bedding down back that way."

Dainty paws continued pulling away piles of dirt. They would have to cover the excess dirt with some greenery as it would be too noticeable against the bright grass and flowers of the gulley. Again and again claws and paws raked at the ground, taking the pair of ladies deeper and deeper into the earth.

"Pitch"