Emberwood Checkup

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Spring heard the males bark and quickly dust went flying everywhere.  It was hard to see, but luckily Pheasants happened to be very flashy with their rainbowish colored feathers.  She darted forward, her pelt almost blended in with the brown dust cloud perfectly.  She leapt into the air, slamming down on the Pheasant, killing it by snapping it’s spine with her weight before it even knew what had hit it.

Spring squinted her eyes, to make sure less dust would enter them.  She then scooped up the Pheasant into her maw.  It hung limp and dead as a doornail, dangling.  She then waited for the male to once more appear once the dust finally settled. Wondering whether he had achieved to catch the other Peasant with luck as she had.