Fading Waterfalls

Lotus slowed his trott until he came to a stop in front of her. No need to hurry now that she had completed the kill. As she hunched over her prey, Lotus paused. Considering her for a moment. She did look a little thin, a few steps more hungry than the lost boy was himself.

He took a seat, patiently waiting as she seemed to consider it, and then inviting him over. The scattered deer stood quivering on the edges of the hill, waiting for the flash flood to slow enough for passage to be safe again. And it did look like it was stopping. The sudden rain had ended, and the flow of the water was slowing. He reckoned they would be able to leave their perch soon.

“I’d love to, mind ripping me off a hunch?” he asked, not wanting to push his luck and actually rip into the pretty beside her. Now when she seemed on edge.

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