The Tangle Moonchild, flying wild.

Something scurried in the forest's underbelly. It was quick enough that she couldn't see it, and frenzied enough that she could hear it, and it drew Sanja's entire attention away from the white figure immediately. She stalked after the sound in the manner of an intrigued cat.

The scratching, scrambling sound ceased as quick as it came. Sanja stood there listening, tilting her head one way or the other, trying to pick up any sign that the creature — oh! there!!

Deftly leaping at the fern bed, Sanja pinned the rat with her paws and then quickly snapped its neck with her teeth.