Moonspear Passages

The Archer had been unaware that she stopped by a den site, not far from the location of the cache. Her dark furred head was lowered towards the ground, one paw placed over the mound of flesh that had once been a beaver. Holding the dark furry brown body in place, she tore into the succulent meat.

She ate leisurely, savoring each mouthful. Satisfied and content with the knowledge that her growing babies would be nourished. As hungry as she was, she was mindful to clip away the meat as she neared the tail. The portion of the animal renowned for the most fat. Prized for it's calories.

Once she nosed her way there, licking her slightly blood stained chops, she contemplated saving it. Unaware that she had company.