Blacktail Deer Plateau By the beat of my heart

Blue pushed herself from the den mouth and stood looking around as she stretched much like a cat with front legs down and back and rear up, her tongue lolled out and she shook her pelt free of any debris. Smelling much like one of the herbs that she held in her den, and Atticus she slowly walked towards the plains. Today she felt like hunting so she lay her nose to the ground and followed the scent of a game trail.

Saliva dripped from her maw as she continued on, green eyes were set upon the horizon, occasionally she would stop and sniff to find the scent again. Lowering herself close to the ground she stalked the hare. As she got close enough to it, she pushed off with her back feet and within two bounds her teeth clicked together on the small fragile’s things throat where it’s life blood hummed and she severed the artery, and then grasping it, she carried it back towards the pack lands hoping today she could get Atticus to eat.

As everything changed in the pack lands, blue felt as if she was adrift on a sea of sadness ever constant and over bearing. Atticus was unresponsive her father was dying, but Junior was alive and @Osprey was home and she supposed that was enough good in light of all the bad to make her keep her head up. She smiled sadly, but smiled all the same and decided to bury the hare to come back for later, to try and get her love to eat.

Blue approached the cache, her morning now a little bit darker than it had been and she sighed sadly. Unsure when she could fully feel better she dug and deposited and then she turned towards the borders for a patrol.