Silvertip Mountain On your blown-out stereo, in suburbia.

Anita exhaled sharply after the last patch of dirt had covered the rotting piece of meat. She knew she had to get used to the smell, but it would take a while. She admired Valette for not only her extensive knowledge of hunting, but also her resistance to the stench.

She listened as Valette suggested the cache near the caves, nodding as the dark female explained her reasoning. "I agree, these rabbits don't have long until they spoil, so it's best they get eaten as quickly as possible," Anita agreed after setting down her rabbit to speak. "I'm ready to head there when you are," she grinned, picking up the rabbit again in preparation for their next walk.