Blackfeather Woods leavin' traces of us down the boulevard

After all the nausea, Shivali has taken to eating most of her meals in the evening. By then, her stomach often settles and she can eat whatever she finds. This evening, however, she doesn’t catch the rabbit she’d been chasing and the rabbit’s den she’d been hovering has long since been empty. The few rabbits still using it have been snatched from their homes already and those remaining have likely relocated.
 
Her stomach grumbles, churning over as her failure is evident. Her energy has been zapped, too, and she begins to meander in search of the nearest cache when she hungers for the taste of warm meat.