Tenshiko

The dark winters sun was falling through the trees into twilight as the lone fossa walked the familiar forest to her home, having just been hunting for their supper she was happy with the catch, two jacks swung by her side, her worn and well cared for bow slung, un-strung over her young shoulder as her father had taught her to do. The young lady Farilain was humming a slight marching tune matching the notes with her pace, thinking only to herself of how the forest had been good to her and her father the past season, with this catch and the three deer they had curing from a hunt the month earlier. They would have more of an easy time of win