Word Count :: 400+ :: Out of Character text
Saxif’s ears perked as the girl whispered incoherently in her sleep. She smiled softly and settled the little mink in the satchel that rested nearby. She brushed the grass out of her silky fur and proceeded to a nearby tree. It was a feature she enjoyed about the choice of location, it would offer her shade and as she had stared at it she smiled. She carefully unsheathed her skinning knife ever present upon her belt just beneath the thick fur on her back. She tossed the knife skillfully in the air catching the handle. She ran her finger along the edge; it was sharp as she kept it each day.
Her routines in the evening had become quiet rigorous mimicking that of her uncle’s, including push ups, sit ups, a long run and maintenance of her tools. It was all to pass the darkening hours toward the true night. She gripped the blade near the tip of the blade and released it into the air. It zipped with great speed and hit its target perfectly. It was a thick broken branch that hung just blocking the view of the trunk. She never liked to use live targets in nature so to have struck the dead branch was pleasing. She gripped the handle of the blade as she approached.
During her walk back to her standing point she looked in Shiloh’s direction. The target of the branch quickly turned to the dark figure she often pictured in her practices. A sniveling slimy shadow that she wished she could put a face to or even a scent. She had wandered the area that she believed to be the site of the attack but figured a night of rain and high traffic of the creatures that lived there diluted the scent. She had not told anyone of her searching as the pack dealt with matters pertaining to their citizens.
It was probably best she didn’t find a scent as her actions would have proven haste and with out thought or planning. Then she would’ve ended up next to Shiloh damaged and scarred. With each throw of the dagger her anger built and the blade would hit with a louder thud as it struck its target true. Each time she walked back to her stance she would check on the sleeping wolf. She wanted to desperately ask the details but knew she could not; she would have to wait for them. She would have to wait to build a face to the snarling target that was her dead branch.
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