August 22, 2018, 08:12 AM
for @Aries
the woman eyes a kill that lies splayed in the branches above her, gutted and lacking a head and a limb. whatever's left could provide something for the pack, perhaps, but it is too high to attempt any kind of scavenging. still, the prey has her consider what else may lurk in the wood that smells so thickly of cat. cassiopeia scans the treetops as she slips through the wood, finding here and there signs of a kill, hoisted high, but nothing within her reach. still she continues, if nothing else the solitude beneath the canopy allows her time to think.