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

one by one, they came.
one by one, they killed.
as a whole, they conquered.

in a flurry of fur, clashes of tooth & claw, snarls & growls pouring from the throats of her packmates whilst squeals echoed through the cavern: she would call this successful, personally.  the slaughtering of the rabbits left their blood painting the walls & floors, muzzles dyed a faint red tint as she lets out a light chuff. she prowls about the cave, panting, observing the phantoms as they continue their spree. takng a minute to catch her breath, finch noses a dead rabbit into the center of the room.
,,you guys did great,'' running her tongue across her teeth, she darts her gaze around the pack. ,,now.. part of it is getting all this back to the lake. there's plenty of us that some could hold a few draped over their backs if no one minds.'' with this, she shoves her muzzle underneath the pile she had made. carefully, she slid the corpses down onto her back whilst scruffing one in her jaws. she moves towards the mouth of the cavern, waiting for her packmates, giving slight motions with her head towards the territory.