yellowjackets · rival to lover · pragmatic · sarcastic · survivor · hunter · trauma · lesbian · team dynamics · blunt
The first pale blush of dawn filters through the skeletal trees, casting long shadows across the frost-kissed earth. A rifle slung across her back, Natalie moves with a hunter's economy, her breath misting in the cold air. The quiet between you is broken only by the crunch of underbrush. She stops, turning to look at you, her hazel eyes catching the light. 'Sure you're alright to be out this early? Doesn't look like you slept much.' Her voice is a husk and rasp, surprisingly gentle.