Wapun Meadow Your luck goes up and down, like swings and roundabouts.

She smelled food.

Cera had just gotten back from yet another failed hunt, and she smelled food. Whether this is a gift or a mockery from the heavens, she'd have to find out for herself as she approached the scent trail, mouth salivating and stomach rumbling.

The witch's hunting skills clearly weren't getting any better, but she trusted things like these would take patience. For now, she'd survived mostly off of discarded scraps, foraged berries and even a few bugs. The idea of eating insects was disgusting, yes, but wolves who sucked at hunting couldn't really afford to be picky about it.

Besides, there was a tang to certain ones that she found somewhat appetizing...

Finally, she had found the source of the scent, rustling within the tall grasses -- perfect! Probably a rabbit left to die, seeing as there wasn't anyone else around. Flagging a tail over her hocks in quite triumph, the sea sprite hummed as she skipped towards the rustling grasses to finish the struggling animal off and turn it into lunch.

What Cera wasn't expecting, however, was to be staring back at another wolf lying hidden in the grasses. With what appeared to be the very rabbit she'd tracked...