Otter Creek On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss

Cool avatar! Wrapping up because It seems you're inactive, but I am game for a thread some other time

As Pallas consumed her fill, it appeared Koda objected (and for good reason). He reached for the tail and instinctively Pallas felt herself issue a roaring outburst: her white fur flared and her yellow teeth were suddenly exposed, her tail high and lips curled. She blinked and retracted, surprised by the tenacity of her instinct. With one last swallow she pushed the remains of the thing away, avoiding Koda's gaze as if ashamed of her actions. After all, it had been he who had provided the meal. Somberly she licked her lips and stared at the fallen contraption, studying the disturbed blades of grass that lead up to the muskrat's location of death.

Having ate her fill Pallas circled the entrapment and studied it. It would be useful for later. Abruptly she rose and dipped her head in farewell and made her way down the lonely and desolate trail.