Lost Creek Hollow venus, planet of love

Aerasha's moment of peace and quiet would not last for very long, because a stealthy hunter was on a prowl. It had been quite a discovery that Nunataq's home Bearclaw valley had not only one front porch that opened at Wapun meadow, but another on the opposite side with a whole new world of it's own. She had been a little wary to venture in this terra incognita at first, but after that initial hour of doubt, she came to two conclusions. One - she had nothing to fear, because there was no one else to trust (and therefore ask a permission) than her. The other - oh, what the hell... The latter motto was the predominant reasoning for all her doing lately.

While following a delicious scent of a rat, Nunataq stumbled upon the rear side of a fluffier and much larger specimen. And without a second thought, she pounced at it with an intention to pin that "rear" with her forepaws and sink her teeth in the fur.