Swiftcurrent Creek What's that?

Leonore found herself growing in spurts now, and with that came far more energy.

She had begun to take an interest in the prey that remained, but with winter coming in many animals had disappeared and bugs were rare. More often that not sticks and pinecones were her victims due to this - and Saturin of course.

Despite being told not to play in the lake, she would still play next to it, and today she had found something particularly interesting; the washed up skull of an antlered ungulate. Though to her, it was a mystery what it may be.

Tail waving high in the air she poked at the object, unsure of what it's purpose may be.