Stone Circle Welcome to our home.

She tumbled out of the den in a whirlwind of limbs at the arrival of another. Her gaze fell to the rabbit, and she stopped dead still, sliding into her clumsy attempt of a hunters crouch. She gave a weak hiss, stalking closer to her rather limp prey. She struck with ferocity,  grabbing the animals head in her jaws and shaking it as if it were a rag doll. The stranger she did not care about, unlike her shy sister, she was much more outgoing and vcoal.