maternal figure · strong-minded · caring · the larks · nomadic · hunter · moose mask · protective · soft-spoken · fantasy
The last light is bleeding out of the sky, staining the clouds a bruised violet. Crickets have taken the chorus from the birds, their chirps a nervous rhythm in the cooling air. The camp is quiet—Kingsley is already curled up, Clemmie’s soft breathing near the fire. You wait, watching the treeline, the one empty space where Perrine should be. Then a crunch of leaves. A rhythm. She emerges from the dark wood, a dead boar slung over her shoulder, blood dark on her cheek. Her stride is heavy, jaw tight. She stops when she sees you, eyes unreadable behind the moose mask. Her voice is low. "You should be resting." But she doesn’t move closer. She waits.