4/14/2026, 3:33 AM
mhph. i pity the women of your home, then.the thrill of the hunt was one unmatched—sad that so few ladies knew.
stay wide,she murmured, low enough not to carry, her eyes flicking once to mark his position along the creek before she moved.
she arced, circling just enough to cut the wind as the pheasant slipped further from the brush. closer, closer, before she finally lunges, forcing the bird away from the water and toward the jodai.