Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita, though a decent tracker, was also blissfully content with wandering hither and yon, and would’ve stayed happy to traipse and skip around the jungle warrens without the slightest sight or sign of the animal – so long as she knew she’d eventually spot them. She’d been counting on heading straight towards the last place she’d seen the herd, so when Sah noticed the diminished fern, clearly stepped on by something, the spitfire followed, beelining in her pursuit.
The scuffmarks were an additional bonus, and she inspected them readily, fingers lightly tracing over the indentations in the soil. “Ooh, could be! Good eye!” Fangorn committed to his own examination, sniffing at the ground and then grumbling his agreement. She pondered multitudes for a moment, before all the thoughts came together in notions and persistence. “Can we see if we spot anymore? And maybe Lilly can follow their scent too?” A smile for the wolf, and then she motioned onward, far more careful this time, treading along with her eyes downcast, searching for more clues.
The scuffmarks were an additional bonus, and she inspected them readily, fingers lightly tracing over the indentations in the soil. “Ooh, could be! Good eye!” Fangorn committed to his own examination, sniffing at the ground and then grumbling his agreement. She pondered multitudes for a moment, before all the thoughts came together in notions and persistence. “Can we see if we spot anymore? And maybe Lilly can follow their scent too?” A smile for the wolf, and then she motioned onward, far more careful this time, treading along with her eyes downcast, searching for more clues.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
