Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

Her ears wilted back when Dagger told her they couldn't give up. Cthulhu wished she could agree but it had been ages since her last good meal and she was getting colder by the minute. Despite this, she followed Dagger without complaint when beckoned.

Besides, the dark female had a point. Cthulhu could certainly eat dirt, but she couldn't survive off it. In fact, it would have a severely adverse effect if she tried. She needed real meat in her belly and the only way to ensure that was to catch it. Sadly, she still caught no prey scent as they walked their thin, treacherous path. Cthulhu was about to say as much when suddenly, the scent of a hare of some kind passed by her nose.

It lingered so briefly that she stopped dead where she was and hissed, "this one smells something!"