Ouroboros Spine on the wing

The sound of the corvidae did not give the woman any pause. Instead, she moved onward and forward. Her interest in seeing the critter died some when she heard the sound of an animal moving through the low underbrush. Near enough to a waterbed for Tonravik to rightfully assume what the animal was, the woman instinctually surged after it. Was she hungry? Suddenly, yes. 

And it took her minutes to pounce and take out the muskrat that had tried to evade her. She nibbled on it, but suffered a loss of appetite. Tonravik thought to cache it, but first felt the need to urinate. Idly she thought of the crow she had heard, but felt the animal would be of no consequence. And if the creature took some of her quarry, so be it. Tonravik had fed with ravens many a time, some leading her to meals. If it were winter, she might have taken the food with her.