Overture Downs Let's raise some hell, shall we?

@Zugzwang - but other people are welcome to join as well.

If a young person has declared their independence from adults, then it means they have to hunt for themselves too. Nunataq was DIY hunter-in-the-making, because other people's attempts to teach her something by using verbal cues and awkward gestures had mostly failed. Which left the girl to fend for herself. And while this approach was slower and she had to deal with a lot of trials-and-errors, in the past few months she had made a considerable progress still. Small creatures were easier and less energy consuming to get, larger one's like rabbits - you had to start on them in a smart way. They were fast little bastards and by no means stupid. After many unsuccessful sprints with the lagomorphs, Nuna had come to a conclusion that she could not outrun them - they were simply better - but that she had to be cunning to catch them.

And this is exactly, what she had managed to do this morning. She had started out early and by a chance happened to come close to a rabbit that had been hiding in the grass. An effect of surprise had been her advantage over her prey, she had managed to cut it's path off the moment it had begun to run, grabbed it by the back and pinned it down. The part of actual killing had been a little more difficult to manage, because she could not figure out, how to move her grip upwards to the tender neck, in order to crush it. What she did instead, was picking it up and shaking the thing, while pressing her canines and molars into the rabbit's flesh until they punctured the skin, went through the muscle. A crack, a muffled squeak followed and a moment later Nunataq was looking down at her first successful hunt as an adult.

Out of habit she cast her glance around to see, if any adult was nearby to say "Good Girl! Well done!", but she snapped out of it, when she reminded herself that it did not matter the least, what others thought. She had done well by her standards. All that was left here to do was to settle down and eat. This she did without hesitation, tearing her breakfast to pieces and gobbling it down quickly, without chewing it much. Warm blood splattered on the ground and the inviting smell of fresh meat wafted in the air.