Jade Fern Grove people would tell us to get a grip of ourselves

Blood flooded into Alyx's mouth from where her teeth scored flesh. The life went out of her prey at once. After its last feeble kick, she dropped the rabbit into the ferns and straightened, licking her chops and panting.

There was silence in the forest now, but she had grown accustomed to the singing of birds when they greeted the dawn. It was unsettling to be without them. Alyx stooped to pick up the cooling carcass and trotted back toward the nearest stream with it in tow. There were always birds to be found there.

She wasn't disappointed when she settled on the bank and tucked in to the rabbit's belly, ears pricked to listen to the chorus.