Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
Aithne misses, and slams into the ground where the ash ferret stood only mere seconds before, growling her frustration as the creature escapes into its burrow. She knows that she is not the most experienced huntress, just as she knows that she should expect some level of failure as a beginner, but it's challenging when she knows she can do better. She thinks she must have gotten into her own head, drowning out the instincts of the fyrhund, and she's just about to turn away to find new prey when she sees it.
Fire.
It comes from nowhere, so suddenly that Aithne barely has time to prepare before the ash ferret comes scurrying back out into the dim light of the caverns. It is well and truly panicked now, and if there is one thing that Aithne has already learned, it is that panicked prey makes for easy prey. Indeed, as the ash ferret pauses for the slightest of seconds, considering its options, Aithne makes use of its hesitation. She lunges, and this time, her sharp teeth clamp down on its neck.
It's dead in seconds, and Aithne's tail wags with canine glee. But that fire had to come from somewhere, and Aithne can't fully enjoy her kill knowing that she's no longer alone. She turns to survey the cavern, relying not just on sight but on smell, and attempts to find the interloper who saved her hunt.
Fire.
It comes from nowhere, so suddenly that Aithne barely has time to prepare before the ash ferret comes scurrying back out into the dim light of the caverns. It is well and truly panicked now, and if there is one thing that Aithne has already learned, it is that panicked prey makes for easy prey. Indeed, as the ash ferret pauses for the slightest of seconds, considering its options, Aithne makes use of its hesitation. She lunges, and this time, her sharp teeth clamp down on its neck.
It's dead in seconds, and Aithne's tail wags with canine glee. But that fire had to come from somewhere, and Aithne can't fully enjoy her kill knowing that she's no longer alone. She turns to survey the cavern, relying not just on sight but on smell, and attempts to find the interloper who saved her hunt.
Crimson-red paint on my lips
