Wapun Meadow [BWP] love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you

she indeed polishes off the squirrel with gusto, licking the blood from her chops and lifting her head. oh, and there was her mother! Avicus lowers herself, tail tucking slightly, prepared for a rebuke. but Astara instead leaps into the hunt, going after the plump green creatures that are now in abundance here.

okay. . .perhaps the punishment would come later. for now, it seems she is in the clear.

the red girl exhales, relieved, through her nostrils, and leaves what's left of the squirrel to scavengers. she then mimics Astara, eyes locked upon a frog. it croaks once, twice, then hops away, maybe startled by a single flick of her tail.

she pursues, bounding gleefully over the soggy earth. if she stops, the mud may suck her in; she keeps moving, keeps chasing, gaining on her quarry with each ungainly stride.