The glowing notification hovered midair in front of Isabella's face.
+230 Points Earned.
She smirked seeing the notification. "Two hundred and thirty?" She sighed dreamily, then said in a singsong voice. "No one does it better than me"
She spun around, doing a little victory twirl before stopping abruptly when her eyes landed back on the body lying a few feet away.
Her smile faltered.
The mountain stag — elegant even in death — lay still beneath the faint blue glow of the moss. Its golden fur shimmered faintly in the low light. The arrow still stuck clean through its side, perfectly placed.
Isabella swallowed. The rush of excitement drained out of her, leaving something heavier.
"Damn it," she muttered softly. "You were so pretty."
She crouched beside it, brushing a finger against the fur. It was softer than she expected, warm even. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest.
She sighed. "You know, I didn't even want to kill you. I was just… following orders."
