Bearclaw Valley graveyard dead

With the developments that'd come within the 48 hours between meeting the wolverine and now, attempting to hunt among the maples, the most significant must have been Blondine's new contempt for all prey animals. Before, she hadn't had many opinions on them, but since meeting that sorry wolverine and losing a good quarter of her field of vision, she'd decided that prey animals weren't worth the hides on their backs.

After coming down upon the hare — a swift action that she once felt guilty for — Blondine huffed and started making her way back to the cache in the territory's center. Her head was beginning to pound something terrible; the pain surged from her temple, down her spine, and out through her toes. It was the last thing anyone would have expected of Miss Blondine Abernathy, but she was preparing half a mouth's full of poppy seeds to try and beat the ache.