Moonspear the palace with the malice

The heavy humidity persisted well into the afternoon--only thickening by the hour as her morning hunts eluded her grasp and kept her out scouring the hills for longer than she had wanted to be at first. She simply dogged the trails further, determined, and finally at the edge of a meadow, she seized an unlucky fat rabbit in her teeth with a crunch and a vicious shake.

The moment she managed the kill, she turned-tail quick for the darker shade of the forests' depths. At least her efforts had gained something and the venture was not a waste, so she carried the still-warm kill back towards the rendezvous to share for a late afternoon snack and brief reprieve from the muggy weather bogging down her doings. 

While she could smell fresh traffic spattered all over the place as she neared her destination, the immediate area seemed quiet so far. Some of the older siblings had been around when she had last seen the littler lot of Ostregas, but that had been a few hours past easily. Suspicion narrowed her minty eyes already, and now moving forward more mindfully, she wondered who she could find first--or even who she could bait first with the smell of fresh free food blatant and bloodied just enough to carry merrily on the breeze. She gave the limp carcass a few extra swings then for good measure, and crept steadily closer to the central hub of their rendezvous' usually-active landmarks.