Redtail Rise III

soon enough, she feels the ghost of him on her tail, the scent wafting upwind to catch her nose. she turns and closes the distance between them, giving a friendly chuff with a gleam in her eye as she spots the prey dangling from his jaws.

goodh, Avicus remarks, undoubtedly pleased. saliva pools in her mouth at the fresh-kill smell.

this is as good a place to begin digging a cache, and she starts to scrape at a less-iced-over bit of earth, sheltered by a half-topped old tree. works her way down to the dirt, and scratches. . .

too hard, due to frost. perhaps when spring comes.

here, she says. hunhh' wi' me? she moves to take the hare from him and place it in the temporary hollow, where she'll cover it with snow and brush to conceal its odor.