this is poppin', you a fanboy

Exploring.  Iscariot is content with her explorations, moving farther south.  Farther south, to where the sun still shone warmly around her shoulders.  It's not too bad here, certainly more comfortable than the snowy north.  The grasses are still dead and dry, the breeze raking through them-- an eerie feeling.

Then there's the ever-present, oppressive feeling of being watched.  While the girl is concerned that a lion may lurk in the tall grasses, the sound that shatters the relative stillness of the afternoon around her is far scarier.  Unknowingly, she's crossed paths with an elephant.

The beast charges her, and Iscariot is quick to dive for the scrub trees.  It'll have a harder time seeing her in here.  Heart pounding in her chest, the beast stands between her and a quick escape.  Becoming all the more aware she's going to have to scare it off, Iscariot lunges.  Teeth gnashing, trying to make herself look as threatening as possible in the moment.  Oh fuck off.