Her eyes were fixed on the craters around her, some of them were stuck in a permanent slumber, but others weren't as silent. They hissed and sizzled furiously as the girl tried to surround them, one even dared to shoot a bullet of hot steam when she peered closer. Obviously she wasn't wanted, so she steered away from the angry holes.
She wondered what was the cause of these steam holes, Cara was not a naturalist, in fact she always failed to explain of make sense of natural phenomenoms like these. She was better off being a scout or a hunter. Or a man-hunter. That was right up her alley.
And speaking of men, and hunting. A familiar voice reached the ears of the precious yearling.She turned to face him, her pale eyes picking up the brightness that the sun had left behind. "Life is not fair"she barked a smirk beginning to take over her face. Leaving the cynical attitude behind she padded towards him, whilst wagging her feathery tail. "My name is Cara" she said with a little wink. The young Moretti never wasted an opportunity to flaunt her good genetics.
