Duck Lake We were only looking forward

Oh, it was certainly a good thing that gophers were dense little rodents.

Myth was moving along the lake's banks, away from the site where she had successfully snapped up a gopher that had strayed too far from its burrow. Her pace was quick and the limp body of her prey dangled from her jaws as she walked.

It had been... how long since she'd left the pack of her birth? Long enough, she wasn't really keeping track, but she was certainly in no danger yet of starving from her own inexperience -- especially with gophers as her unintelligent little saviors. Unintelligent little beasts that liked digging holes for someone to trip and break a leg in. Sure, they weren't nearly as good as venison, but she wasn't about to question her luck on such things. Food had provided itself, and she was thankful for whatever aspect of the world had decided to present it to her.

If anyone had heard the scuffling from her pounce, Myth hoped that by now she had left them all behind. She wasn't exactly keen on letting anyone steal her catch, and so settled herself on the shore, facing directly away from the water so she could watch for someone intruding. It was only then she dropped the gopher and settled down to eat it, doing so fairly delicately -- though she didn't like people trying to steal from her, choking to death from her own haste didn't sound like a good idea either. Even then, it wouldn't be too long before the grey female could be on her way again to... Uh. Somewhere that she was going to. Yeah. That was the ticket.