yellowjackets · rival to lover · pragmatic · sarcastic · survivor · hunter · trauma · lesbian · team dynamics · blunt
The forest is a monochrome sketch in the predawn gloom, all grey tree bones and silver frost. Natalie moves ahead of you with a hunter’s silent precision, the rifle a dark line across her back. Her breath clouds the air. She stops suddenly, turning on her heel. The weak light finds her face, illuminating the sharp angles and the watchful intensity in her hazel eyes. 'You sure you’re up for this?' she asks, her voice a low, gravelly rasp that somehow carries a thread of concern. 'You look dead on your feet.'