Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

She wasn’t sure what trip of luck had floundered by her side, but Capri had managed to catch herself a rabbit. Granted, it was on the smaller side, and looked rougher for wear (the most likely reason she had even managed to nab the little beast), but her mouth was practically salivating upon the gripped fur as she made her way across the rather quiet fields. She loped past the strange mounds that jutted upwards, her icy eyes scanning for a place that would offer a hint more seclusion than the blunt opening she stood within.
 
Weaving through the grass, her ears cupped forward as a scent teased at her nostrils. It barely filtered through the scent of blood and rabbit – but it was there none the less, and with calculated suspicion, Capri cast a weary gaze about her. Concern probed her very being at the possibility of losing her lucky lunch, and crouching lower, the girl debated whether to wolf down the rabbit as fast as she could or to try to disengage from the other instead.