Jade Fern Grove and keeping everything down to a minimum

the sharp scream and brief signs of scuffle made it clear what had happened, unseen, through the greenery. the huntress pulled her own catch near to her, panting, gaze travelling briefly to the earth and dirt stuck in her fur before realizing the rain would likely wash it away fairly quickly. as if in answer to her thoughts, the skies rumbled, and the soft spitting became a bit more forceful; above them, pressure built rapidly and surely would break soon. 

she picked her way through the undergrowth in search of the mongol, pausing when she came into view. grin stretched across her muzzle, briefly, and she dropped her own catch at her paws. her breath came quickly, and she paused a moment in her intent to congratulate the woman as she attempted to force the air back into her lungs.