Nov 17, 2024
forest, marama. @frommarama
Catie trudges through the woods, her boots crunching against the layer of brittle leaves and twigs carpeting the forest floor, when she spots movement up ahead. She freezes, her heart lurching before she realizes it’s not one of those things, just a girl—walking calmly through the woods like she belongs there.
'Jesus,' she mutters under her breath, then louder, almost annoyed, 'What are you doing?'