Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

no sooner had she burst upon the scene did the little thing flee -- with a morbid token in tow.

a split second of consideration on astara's behalf, and she elected to let the thing be: its gristly trinket was not worth the bulk of her efforts pursuing, and there was a dearth of easy prey to be had in the wilds to regain said energy.

in a smooth rollback, astara turned after the limping creature. his progress was etched by little sprinkles of red in the snow. she snatched what meager droplets she could, the snow crunching between her teeth as she set her hungry gaze on the boy that now limped and collapsed, curled around his bleeding stump.

astara considered what to do, licking her chops thoughtfully.