Two Rivers Isle But you had me underrated

She was at the river, her muzzle in the rushing, tumbling water as it perpetually thundered past on it's endless path to the sea. Her side rose and fell with huge breaths, her muzzle having a short distance before been stained with blood. However, it was not as it might seem, for beside her on the bank lay the broken carcass of not an opponent, but a hare. It had been more of a challenge to her then out of hunger, the thing fleet of foot and quite the runner. She had run it down, dispatching it quickly, then come to the river to wash the blood from her muzzle. It had trashed quite a bit, you see, resulting in quite the mess.

Her plan was to take it to the cache,as her hunger was not great due to the plentiful summer prey, but for now simply washed and drank deeply, sating her thirst derived from the horrid heat. Oh, she hated the high summer. The prey was great, though the heat...that was a different story.