Hideaway Strath All these flavors and you choose to be salty.

Vero found that she enjoyed walking along the river, listening to the soft chuckle of water falling over the rocks, the rush of it flowing downstream. She could hide in the tall grasses that grew along the banks, concealing her dark coat in what she deemed the best manner other than the shadows of night.

A soft squelching noise perked her ears straight upright and she paused abruptly. Her narrow head lifted to see not one, but two females gathered roughly together, although that sqelching sound was thus far lost on her. It was not until she reached the pair that she realized that the darker-furred of the two females seemed to be angrily pawing at the remains of a dead rabbit. Puzzled, Verochka tilted her head as she crept nearer. 

The second woman, whose fur was the color of smoke and cream, had offered to give the first something else to eat. The entire situation caused Vero extreme confusion, and so she sat on her haunches and simply observed them from a respectable, yet audible distance.

Uh - hello.