Lynx & CallumGraye
Lynx Lynx
CallumGraye CallumGraye
CallumGraye CallumGraye
I’ve been thinking about that old battlefield where our paths first crossed, the wind carrying pine and iron alike. What tactics did you rely on when the stakes were highest?
Lynx Lynx
I stayed low, letting the pine needles mask my scent, watching the wind carry the enemy’s breath. When the numbers tipped, I moved like a shadow, picking one at a time, keeping the rest in my sights. Timing was key; I only struck when the advantage slipped into mine.