Holy Water Can't Help You Now

Absinth had chosen to delay more thinking about the earlier happenings of the day. Things were good now, and she was more so devoted to organizing a map of the territories they had passed through on this trip within her mind. She could visualize the path they had taken, and would continue to memorize as they went. After crossing from the red forest and into a new piece of land, they found themselves in a gorge. It was rough terrain, and narrow enough that she could keep an eye on Aresenn as he kept a healthy pace ahead of her. She kept a keen eye on the high walls, looking for a flash that might have been another fucking cougar. That shit was not happening again. Not on her life.

The way had been rather plain, uneventful aside from a few lecherous glances at her fiery friends back- until the wind picked up and the chorus began. One she was familiar with. From the edges of the gorge there appeared a coyote pack, encroaching in on them from all angles. Little shits. Absinth stood her ground, her tail rising above her back in a show of domineering aggression. She snarled in return, lips pulled back dangerously as Aresenn backed up towards her for a better defensive position. “Make my fucking day.” Absinth hissed wildly, her veins pumping with exhilarated blood as she tensed for the first strike.

And it came. One from behind her, rushing forward with an idiotic bark that alerted her in time for her to dodge; whipping around on the yote to sink her teeth expertly into the cervical spine. C-c-rack. She grunted, throwing the body to the flood and licking her lips delightfully. She called back to Aresenn, her attention on a coyote rushing her with anger- probably for revenge. “First blood!” The monochromatic woman cackled heartily, readying herself for the attack.

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