God's Garden Altar

The young girl winced and panted as she carried her prize forth. Her stomach grumbled and blood dripped from a gash on her hip she had missed in the heat of the moment. Maybe she wanted to reconsider her options if hunting hurt this bad, at least fighting was fun. It was only when she stopped to catch her breath for a moment that she realised the strange site she had stumbled up upon. Her grip tightened on the kill, her very first that she had bought down on her own. It should have been the very sweetest meal she would ever eat... but something told her it wasn't for her anymore. Maybe this was why she had been granted her success in the first place.

She breathed in through her nose and relaxed her grip ever so slightly. Whatever this feeling was that seemed to roll off the statues in waves... wasn't something she had ever remembered feeling before. She blinked back the tears that threatened to pool in her eyes, but her golden eyes still shimmered with brimming emotion. Looking at the way those pups looked at what she could only assume was their mother... well, it made her stomach flop in a distinctly uncomfortable way.

Uncertain steps took her closer to the alabaster stone, arranging her offering just so, so it almost looked like it was just sleeping... if you ignored the ring of blood around its neck. Her stomach grumbled its protests and she allowed just one tear to slip from her eyes. There were plenty of berries out there in the garden. It wasn't like she'd starve. Not today.

Turning with a wince, mindless of the blood that trickled from her thigh she made her way back out into the garden. She'd nurse her bruises and chew on some berries and try again in the morning. After all, she'd done it once now. She didn't need no grown-ups telling her what to do.