Dragoncrest Cliffs only the brave

Kasatka had learned a little from her lessons with Vercingetorix, but even after the recent battle with Rusalka, she had not yet learned to be on guard or wary writhing Drageda's borders. Everyone was so big an strong, and even she was learning to fight - could they really be in serious danger?

The answer was yes, obviously, but Kasatka couldn't see it. Perhaps things would be different if she'd actually seen the fight go down.

Anyway. All that to say she didn't notice the grey-trimmed male. Not at first, while she was still inching toward the squirrel. The branch creaked uncertainly under her weight, causing the squirrel to chatter at her - but it was talking to fast and its accent was too strong, so she mostly ignored whatever it was saying.

Screwing her face up in concentration, she prepared to leap toward it. She'd judged her distance from the ground to be... not too dangerous. She was good at landing on her paws and she was obviously going to fall either way - but perhaps this way would get the squirrel between her jaws before she did. Before it could really see what she had planned, Kasatka sprang forward and caught the small creature between her teeth. And, of course, the branch there couldn't hold her weight, and she wouldn't have stuck the landing either way. Instead, she dropped along with her branch, a bit if scrambling keeping her from falling directly on it. Instead, she rolled a few yards - knocking her head painfully on the way - and skidded to a halt nearby.

Half of the squirrel still hung from her bloody mouth, but the rest was... somewhere around here, she was sure. Wobbling slightly but with a wagging tail, she hopped to her paws and looked around, only to stop short as she came face to face with three green-eyed boys. 

H-hi, she said, the small half-carcass dropping from her mouth. She was mortified to have had an audience to what had been a very stupid stunt.