ORIGIN

Mayfal grabbed onto Comet's warm brush with their teeth, more gently than last time. They wondered what exactly a "comet" was. They didn't ask though. They also did not accept or reject what might have been a compliment? They weren't sure, still, about anything.

Mayfal still followed, though, tripping now and then over roots, rocks, and the general uneven ground. Thankfully, Comet was going slowly, but blindness is still just that: blindness.

They continued to listen and feel. There was a variety of sizes, smells, sounds, and temperatures of everything on this path. And then there was something beyond temperature in the air that they just couldn't seem to find a word for.

They heard Comet's footsteps, too. They were heavy footsteps, far more so than Mayfal's. The idea of being so openly vulnerable with such a large creature unsettled them a little. But Comet had yet to break what little trust Mayfal had in her so far.

When the two reached their destination, Mayfal didn't exactly know what to do or say. So, they simply rested their head again, feeling quite heavy as it always did.

@Comet

Funny Comet. "The water shouldn't be too much of a problem." Mayfal gave a small smirk with the comment as they headed towards the sound of the water.

Strangely enough, water felt just as natural as fire. They were both just different forms of temperature, right? Plus, water would feel nice on the burns they had garnered.

Mayfal submersed themself, walking along the bottom. It's was slightly deeper than expected but not too bad. Soon enough they reemerged on the other side of the trench. They shook a little to start drying.

Mayfal then turned their head back to where the estimated Comet to be. "Where's the best place to hunt?"
They wanted to at least start training to be self-sufficient. They wouldn't be small forever, and they wouldn't always run into such nice creatures. "I'm STARVING!" They said with a smile.

@Comet

Mayfal could tell that scent was going to be a key factor of successful hunting. They felt grass consuming their ankles, which must mean that the two were in a field of non-obstructive vegetation. Mayfal inhaled deeply, filling their lungs with energy but also allowing the many scents to dance across their tongue.

The dewy vegetation was everywhere. And in plenty of areas of this field, there were smells of small, meaty rodents. A somewhat rancid smell but with an undertone of raw meat.

There were definitely things to hunt, but specificity was difficult. Their ears twitched around to try and pinpoint a location, but there were too many.

Mayfal decided to lower their head and sniff at the ground. Something would have surely scampered across earlier.

@Comet

Mayfal's response was action. They followed the olfactorial trail left by this rodent, slowly turning left, right, left, straight through the ticklish grass. They were making sure to keep their ears peeled as well, as that would denote proximity.

Suddenly, Mayfal heard something. It was small, but undeniable. They could try to get a better estimate of the creature's position if they followed the tail a little further. Keeping their movements as quiet as possible was hard, but they could hear *everything*. They could control their footfall.

They were set and ready. They got into position to pounce, their tail raised towards the treetops.

Three...two...one...leap!

@Comet

Mayfal turned toward the sound of Comet's voice. They were very proud of themself and still riding the adrenaline high. Some sparring seemed like theoretical fun to Mayfal.

With a mouth full of mouse, they gave an affirmative "Hure!" and a head bob.

Mayfal ate the mouse as quickly as possible without getting a bone lodged in any uncomfortable places.

@Comet