Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

Cyclone continued to roam, continued to explore, and continued to ponder names for the little group she planned to put together. Whether or not anybody (including herself) would actually follow through was an entirely different matter. Still, it was fun to think about, and it made the time pass. Neasa returned to the quiet calm of the hollow today, tip-toeing her way down the well-worn paths into the wooded valley. Was it really a valley if it was enclosed on all sides? She wasn't sure about the exact nomenclature, but she was pretty keen on it as a whole.

She came across an antler, still attached to the skull of some buck who had long since passed, and she began to gnaw on it, using her feet to keep it down while she attempted to rip it from its socket. It only had a few points on it, which meant the poor thing hadn't been very old when it had died, but she didn't give that much thought. She was much more interested in the chewing sensation and how satisfying it was.

After some effort, the antler finally broke free, and she tumbled backward with her prize. Delighted, Cyclone went prancing through the forest like a loon with the antler in her mouth, daring anybody who might be nearby to try and take it from her.