Moenkin

    A branch cracked under her paw breaking the perfect silence of the valley. Geir turned to Bonnibel with an accusatory look. “Bonnie, watch your steps” she articulated without a sound. “Not my fault, I didn’t see the branch under the snow” she whispered back, eyes wide open, blushing a little, outraged. In return she received only a stare, hard and cold before Geir put her attention back on the target.     A pack of deers was standing in the middle of the clearing, most of them had their backs turned to the two vayrons. Geir with her light colors, was blending perfectly in the snow covered bushes. Bonnibel, quite the opposite, was of a ...