Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

@Kratha

The unfortunate hare hung limply from between Queenie's jaws. It had been a short hunt, something to take her mind off of work, but a satisfying one, nonetheless. Moving at a trot, she marked a few spots around the bend of the weir to reassure herself. It wasn't that she was frightened of anything beyond the borders — Queenie? scared? please. — but she was wary, especially once the season was considered.

I've spent enough time worrying, she whispered to herself with a sigh, before finally beginning to tear into the tender flesh of her kill.