Kildeer Rest bury the hatchet; bury a friend

she stalks the mounds as dusk only just begins to fall, the sun teetering above the horizon and the sky dampened with an orange glow. it isn't quite the magnificiant sunset that sets the sky ablaze, but instead infuses the landscape below with the same glow as above. rain had let off perhaps a quarter of an hour before, and the thin layer of ice that coats everything only adds to the strangeness of the evening, reflecting dying sunlight and setting itself ablaze. 

the pika swings between her jaws as she comes to rest, finding finally a suitable mound on which to devour the catch. drapping herself elegantly over the rocky earth, she does so immidiately, making quick work of the scrawny body, green gaze simmering as it rests somewhere on the horizon, unsure of where next the itch will take her.
@Wintersbane! Sorry for the shortness