Moonspear manic monday

Toad had spent several hours trying to catch more ground squirrels in Moonspear's forests toward the lower part of the mountain. She had managed to catch nothing more than one subadult, which was hardly a mouthful. Still, she carried the rodent diligently back up the mountain. Having eaten a full meal not two days prior, she thought it right to gift it to whoever might be at the rendezvous site that day.

The rain made her journey less than pleasing, and she arrived wet and cold from being wet for too long. She was immediately attracted to the screeching noises coming from the site, and trotted toward its source. Two of Hydra's puppies were torturing a bird with what looked like a broken wing. Toad grinned, finding this game funny, and dropped the drool-coated squirrel by accident. She looked at it for a second, then stepped over it to inspect the bird. Watcha' going to do with it? she asked them, wagging her tail.

She had seen Hydra's pups all before, but had never directly interacted with them until now. The dead ground squirrel lie in the grass behind her, entirely forgotten.