The Sunspire You charge me like Lithium batteries

Cries of a dying animal called her gaze down below the ledge she rested on, her eye spotting the source of all the noise.

Hmm…a wolf and its prize. I want it.

That was the trouble with coyotes—well, at the very least, the ones she came from, anyway. “What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine if I like it enough” was their motto; right now, her belly rumbled with hunger, having not eaten since waking, which meant that she wanted that animal for herself.

But, how to best do it? Maybe, a game? She loved playing games and can be quite good at them.

Ace surely thought so. The thought sent her giggling, her feet kicking in the air. 

“Well, let’s go see what we could play.” 

The descent was a little more sketchy than the climb up, but she made it, slowly, with some stubbed toes along the way. Once close enough, she plopped down onto a rock just slightly above the woman’s head, a toothy grin plastered to her face.

“Hello. What do you have there?”