Blackbeak Bluff cutting off the blood to ten

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she was loathe to leave the comforting confines of the grotto, but she had exhausted her supply of succulent lapine flesh, and on this cold winter day her appetite would settle for nothing other. she had stalked the high plains of ankyra's cliffs and had been dismayed to see the hares had made their journey south -- the warmer weather had eeked them from their burrows and as she neared blackbeak bluff the evidence of their passing was laid plainly in the crisp snow.

she detected a few scents, non ankyrian in origin -- with a low hiss she slithered forward through the snow nearly on her stomach, her ears flat against her skull as she hid behind the gentle rise of a storm-made bluff. for now she laid in the snow like a stone, her entire body plastered into the powdered blue and the lancing yellow of her gaze fastened carefully ahead for the first sign of her dinner.