pawstepsinthesnow

Rain forced its way through the sparse canopy of Terendum as Feint fled the thunder behind her. The massive silhouette of Halicaecus began to break the surface of the bog, and ahead of that rising tide, the silver mane of the old swamp witch danced in the wind. Feint glanced over her shoulder and watched for just a second as the aged ketucari behind her darted forward despite her body's limitations, the nameless kadin moving less in pursuit and more to avoid what was coming next. Lightning flashed as a canid maw burst out of the murky waters, a snarl splitting the dark visage. A wave of mud washed over the shore, and then paws almost like a wolf's, then a massive body from the depths. The witch leapt out of the way, locking eyes with the changeling that took her home. Feint stared into her dark, sunken eyes, and slipped back into the reeds. She had sunk somewhere beneath the roots by the time Halicaecus prowled by, and by the time her scent dissipated, she could find somewhere else to