Lion Head Mesa kareshi

she had found the shallow den - designed for basking in shadow during the height of midday - partially sunken. the cache a few wolf lengths away from it, pilfered, stinking of jawahir. though it had been on her order, satsu felt the sting of invasion.
as she set about to tidy the area some, her movements were a touch more lethargic. whatever plants had been left behind were now scattered, stems broken, or partially cut by the haste of digging claws, so satsu drew them from the earth and arranged what could be saved.
most of it was not worth the effort; she found it hard to work as she went, her vision temporarily blurred by stress. she dabbed at her eyes every so often as she worked, thus far unaware of her company.