Two Rivers Isle HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOUUU

she had taken absurdly long to catch a few rabbits, having swam to the thicket and spent an afternoon throughout the trees hunting. she had gathered two in a temporary cache, and after claiming a third small and fluffy life(albeit not a rabbit) did she return to the spot she had left the two others, only to see the rapidly retreating form of another and her prizes gone.

needless to say, after a chase and a small scuffly, she had gained yet again possession of her prizes and returned to the isle, though tiredness and a winding cut down her forelimb had hampered her progress, as well as the burden of having to carry the three plump creatures from her jaws, and the issue that had presented itself at the river. 

when she did arrive, sodden and bloody and rather disheveled, albeit laying down her three prizes a few moments after the call for Burke had gone up. Panting in the slightest, gaze apolagetic as she sat near to Malice, her gaze flickered at the pile of gifts as she noted her third catch had been a Pika. She found the little creatures delicious, and hoped her Lord would feel the same. In the Hinterlands, they seemed rather difficult to catch. She had not missed the Vole which bore the scent of Pyro, and she gave him a praising smile before she begun to hurriedly groom her pelt and attend to the winding scratch, though she would halt immidiatly should Burke appear.