Cedar Sweep ninniach

surveyed the treeline. there and there, a bird in flight, a bird perched. neither good prey for a sprinter.

a movement halted the huntress. near the base of a cedar, a diminutive, tailed shape.

she once knew a man who'd point it out, laugh at humour only he saw in dog chasing a squirrel.

the string was pulled taunt.

the rodent moved farther from the roots.

the arrow flew loose.

she aimed to block its way to the tree. it ran into the open. the hound aimed for the nearest cedar it would attempt to climb.

good direction. as soon as a leap took her forward over the squirrel, long muzzle dove at an angle.

and the panicked thing slid right between two rows of teeth.

crunch.

not much power in her jaws, but little ribs popped like candy. what was within pushed out either end.

head pointed upwards, so that blood washed down throat and muzzle.

medalina breathed trough her nose, waiting for her drumming heart to calm itself.