Ugh, why were mountains so tedious. Then again, Vulture did once live in a canyon, she should be used to it, but with the factor of the rain, it was simply dreadful. The slippery slopes, trying to find some prey- and even when she coated herself in wine, it simply washed away. Absolutely dreadful!

At the moment, the girl stood under a rock, alone, and faced gently covered in red-hues. She had a mangled rabbit beneath her paws, occasionally soaking her own tips into it, before rubbing onto her face. It was the only thing making her feel better at the moment, as it felt.. Odd, to be away from her scavanger siblings. 

It made Vulture feel closer to them, in her own twisted way.