#hawkethisway

[~ ☀ ~]     She’d neither seen nor heard word of her sister in some time now. Who knew what kind of trouble she was getting into. As much as Bethany would prefer to avoid making a scene she didn’t like it any better when her sister left her out.

    “Marian! Maker, where did you run off to now? ” Her face scrunched as she started to pout. “Honestly...This isn’t funny!”

     Her luck her sister would probably pop out from around a corner and scare her. Or maybe not.

      At least traveling with her sister made things a little more lighthearted. Anything too serious would probably drive her made. She looked a bit more in a few more nooks she thought her sister may be hiding in. Nothing. The young mage was beginning to grow disappointed and a bit agitated.

Nature demanded a great many things. One moment a kind mother, the next a harsh unrelenting tyrant. Nature was, by its very definition, chaotic. Nothing was certain. The rules changed at its own will and only those who were able to conform were able to survive. Life feeds life, death feeds life, and river continues to flow like nothing ever happened.

Today, he fed and the bear beneath him had lost the chase. He nudged the carcass with his nose as he fed to get at every scrap he could -- waste not, want not. 

The crackling of leaves made his ears perk and he deftly maneuvered from sight, his great body hidden now behind the great crumbling archway. He watched and waited, nose twitching as the figure came into view. 

He could the smell, not from the carcass, from the man. New or old, however? He couldn't tell with the other scents muddling his nose. His voiced emanated from the shadows as the man stepped closer. He stayed hidden. His senses told him this one was dangerous. He would rather not fight on a full stomach.

"You know," his voice was deep and guttural, resounding throughout the forest as it echoed across the ancient stone of the great archway before him. 

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