Sunbeam Lair as history goes on, i grow numb to its repetitions

diaspora tm thread! finch is leading a pack hunt, but anyone is more than welcome to join us! @Stigmata @Mahler @Takiyok @Thorn @Redshank @Ketzia @Piper @Damien @Nocturnal @Aries @Sterling @Vonn @Winterbourne

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diaspora was thriving under stigmata's word, and while finch adored their home at the lake she had been tasked to lead a hunt; she could have stayed home, but... it felt right to travel, as her other two companions were made to do so. she leaves their territory and sets out into the sunspires, a flash of gold boldy striking against the various greys and blacks of the mountainsides. she hadn't gone hunting in a long while, the last notable hunt she could recall was the one with that stranger, who's head was shattered like glass.
not like he didn't deserve it.

her pace quickens, adrenaline coarsing through every inch of her body as the anticipation of something great burns in her chest. pinning her ears back, the avian takes off in a full-fledged sprint towards... where ever catches her attention first. her form against the shadows casted upon the territory as the sun pours its blood on the earth below it is stark. snow slushes beneath featherlight paws and her panting quickens, tail swaying in the wind as she comes across what she believes to be her destination. finch slows herself before coming to a stop, she looks upon her as she is faced with the mouth of a cave.

unsure of whether her general wanted large or small prey, finch makes her way inside, letting the cave swallow her whole. inside, pawsteps grow louder as she traverses this echo chamber-- a crack of light catches her vision. she follows it, naturally, and what she it met with is a sight meant to be cherished. this cave houses its own ecosystem, sustaining itself despite being isolated. flora grows out of the earth against all odds, and she can see holes in the ground, as if something were digging. were they... burrows? the golden idol moves more inside, darting her gaze around. she's unsure of plants though some of them look quite rare, she can't help but wonder if many healers know this place exists.

after she is finished admiring the colorful plants, finch moves on to investigate the holes in the ground. something had to dig them, right? her curiousity takes over as she begins to dig the hole larger so she can stick her muzzle in-- but in the middle of her digging, it happens. the animals that call this place their home leap out of the warren in a panic: she had come across a colony of rabbits, who she likely interrupted their winter sleep, but who knows how many of them there were? rabbits were flighty animals, she would need as many wolves as she can to kill as many as possible. turning sharply to chase after what she had frightened, finch attacks the rabbit from its side before grasping her jaws around it. the feeling of blood & bones crush betwixt her fangs was something she longed for. placing the dead rabbit to the side, she continues digging the burrow out: hoping for many more.