The Sunspire I know you're making magic somewhere

Wraen had been so busy with hunting and scouting lately, that she hardly had time for anything else. She would start early in the morning and finish very late and often she was so tired that she did not even make it to her den, choosing to sleep in the dryest spot there was around.

This afternoon and evening she had been working diligently on making new caches - the place for them had seemed perfect after a thorough inspection. The ground consisted of soil, sand and rocks, making it difficult to dig, but a good place to hide something, because the would-be intruder would have just as much trouble extracting food from it. 

She had brought some remnants of a swan carcass she had found by the Greatwater lake, chopped it down to smaller pieces and dispersed it in the caches. After the job done, she took a nap next to her working place and awoke with a start in the middle of the night. Blinking and looking around for the source, her green eyes met a set of bright yellow ones, which belonged to a small, agouti pelted canid.