The sun was barely up when Deva donned her bow and quiver, and took to the heavy woods to find her fill. At first, she was tailed by one of her hounds, whom she quickly sent away to track her kill. It had been too long since she’d heard the bays of the dog, and worry was starting to fill her chest. The sudden thuds didn’t help her anxiety much, causing her to double draw her bow and ready herself for a fight. But, to her surprise, she was met with the sight of a creature she was almost sure was nothing more than myth now.
“Dreki...” Breathed the hunter, her weapon lowered as she stood in blissful shock. “You... You are not extinct!” She cried, laughing in disbelief. “I knew it. I knew it!” Her excitement was wildly out of character for her, but growing up she had always adored the tales of the winged serpents that once walked her home world. For her, it was almost like standing in front of a deity.