Bearclaw Valley Who needs diamonds

AW for anyone who wants to meet or say hi to a sneaky fox girl ;)

Pandora has been spending her time trying to get settled in this interesting pack. Perhaps she should’ve done her research before joining. It makes her laugh to herself. She hadn’t pinned the great Merrick as the religious type, but should she really be surprised? Does anyone really know anyone these days when you first meet them? One can never tell. 

Right now though, she has a pretty little hare in her sights. It’s a small, dainty thing, but she wants eat something at least. Maybe she’d even collect it’s cute little head and display it in her den when she settles on one.

So she can be seen stalking it, keeping low to the ground as her full tail swishes at her hocks like a cat. Bloodied eyes are zeroed in on her soon-to-be meal. The small, fox-like woman takes a few more steady steps before wiggling her plump bottom and jumping out of her cover to snatch it up. Her tail arches high like a fluffy banner as she chases it a few paces, but ultimately she gets the drop on the petit rabbit. 

Teeth snatch it up by its hips and she thrashes it about with a little carefree smile on her face. An evil, carefree smile. A sickening crunch sounds out when she breaks it’s spine and drops it. It flips and flops on the ground screeching it’s little head off and Pandora looks down at it with a face of mild, but comical, irritation. Her tail swishes in the air as she arches her lower body down and gnaws at its neck, shaking it a few times with her butt in the air before it finally stills with the signs of death. 

After it ceases it’s unnecessary struggle, she’d lower her bottom to the ground too. Bloodying up her muzzle and teeth as she begins tearing into it and eating with a satisfied, hardly there smile on her beautiful face. 

Ah, delicious.