Meadowlark Prairie No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold

I'm going to play the hallucinations next post as to not rush the time frame if that is okay

Pallas did not even chew: in two loud crunches, the meat was swallowed entire. She licked her lips pleased with herself, and wondered why the cowering weakling was still there. He said something but she didn't pay attention to his sniveling. With a puff of her fur she stalked past him with her tail raised. The world, she thought, was hers to claim. And Cicero, he was just a pawn in the machinations of things she would make her own.

She settled a distance away and started to lick the blood from her chest and limbs. Her discontent appeared when she noticed a dryness to her mouth. With a grunt she tried to press saliva to the roof of her mouth but none came. She was inconvenienced but not yet bothered by this. Her stomach felt a little strange, but she paid no mind. She didn't even suspect Cicero yet, at this point.