.:A Broken Fairytale:.

Huata could smell the distant smell of bog enter her nose. Her coat shook as rain soon began to fall and she shivered slightly. She wasn't tall, and she wasn't small, but even the rain was affecting her movement as stone shifted and caused her to tumble slightly. She sighed and got back up, topaz pools shining as lightning flashed as she could slightly make out the smell of a fae, she appeared to be hunting. As far as Huata knew, there was not much larger prey than rabbits or pheasants here, but she would be happy with almost anything.

She approached the edge of a hill and slid down, stones grazing her paws and sometimes cutting them, but she paid no heed to the pain Her eyes stayed focused on the fae and food as she watched, and if the female needed her help, she would always be willing to help. Her tail wagged as she dashed after them, masking her scent as best she could from the opposing fae.