Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

Her ears lower as the mouse disappeared, then pinned her ears at the popping sound of the skull. She met her eyes, but missed the small details that would convay the unspoken. Even if she could pick out these small details, her mind was preoccupied by her thoughts, which drifted to the hunger she felt.
"Not really, I'm just getting desperate." She looked at the creek when asked about fishing.
"Fish aren't my favorite, but I can catch them if I focus." She looked back to the female and smiled. Fishing was really the only way she'd survived this long, despite being able to run fast enough to catch the small prey that remained. Running took a lot of energy from her, so she avoided it when possible.