Porcupine Ridge roasted peanuts

Lemongrass was walking happily towards the forest with a rabbit dangling from her mouth. She was tired of the snow, tired of how it reminded her of her sterile, lonely upbringing. Instead, she was resolved to eat in a dry place for once, without having to soak her paws. She placed the rabbit on the ground outside a hollowed tree and crawled inside the burrow, rolling around in the damp moss to mask her scent. Where there were trees, there were crows ready for a free meal, and Lemongrass would happily offer them one, provided they wouldn't object to becoming her free meal. 

Soon enough, one fluttered down from the branches to pick at the dead rabbit, and Lemongrass was more than happy to break it's neck and drag both it and her rabbit into the hollow with her. She ate happily, only her fluffy, golden tail sticking out from amongst the roots.