Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Failure. Niita crossed back into the territory, empty jawed having failed her hunt. She had ventured from the territory in the hopes of finding prey further afield but the scrawny raccoon she had come across had gotten away.

Frustrated with herself, the pale waif gave the passing tree a swipe with her paw. Stupid. It wouldn't have climbed up the tree if you hadn't knocked over that rock. Sighing, Niita pushed aside her failure and made her way to the stream.

The girl drank her fill, settling down by the river to watch it trickle by hypnotically.