Failure of a hunt.

The pitch colored woman with her firey pools followed to the deer with a porcelian against her pecan coat. The other woman with pear jewels for eyes pointed the deer out, Hala admired the demin hued lady against the anchor fur mixed well with one another. Giving a quick breath, she pulled back far enough to were she was no threat.

Hala looked as if she was going to go back into the woods known as Wraiths Woods. But instead she found herself circling the entire herd at a safe distance the dark spruce night gave her and the other butterfly enough cover to hide, keeping her eyes slightly closed, the wind was calm, if you could call it a wind anyway. Rosewood tonuge would flick against her nose as crouching down, spotting the deer once more.

Crawling silently and as close as she possibly could without giving any alarm, she waited for the other to get into place.

Hala Indigo