time is a runaway

Huata smiled and nodded as she began to take a few bites of the kill. Her topaz optics looked to the darker ones of her companion. She had never had a child, but, Xae was like the son she had never had. She couldn't help but stay smiling at the young brute. Once her belly was full, she moved back and sat down, looking to the sky as clouds began to move at a steady pace as the wind moved across her pelt.

The smell of the deer's blood continued to stay dormant in the fae's nostrils. The warm weather felt nice, and the cool and steady breeze of the wind helped calm the heat. It surely was a beautiful day. She soon lied down and placed her head upon her paws and listened to the sounds of the birds and other animals the surrounded them with their presence.