Phantom Hollow they say poison is a lady's weapon

she's aware enough the detecting the abrupt shift in shadow-that-blots-out-the-sun, and her lips curl again. finally, feeling the press of vegetation against her maw, she swallows it. her hackles are stiff without her knowing, are had she more strength she would have set her teeth to this woman. but moment pass and her whole body spasms, and the last of her stomach contents, mixed with bile, splatter onto the earth. perhaps an hour had passed since she'd eaten the hare, but her body felt as if it had run the length of the sunspire in the same amount of time. a snarl rattled through her trembling muzzle, and then she falls motionless, oblivious now to anything but the blackness which fully clouds her vision.