Heron Lake Plateau the world grows older every day.

surprise thread attack!

Finley Blackthorn's hip had begun to thrum with a now very familiar ache, but she stubbornly ignored it - an also very familiar response. Her ears slid back as her eyes narrowed at her quarry. It was a rabbit, and probably way beyond her abilities these days, being the old cripple she was. She bared her teeth at that thought, chiding herself for having it, and then deciding to prove herself wrong. Negativity came in handy sometimes. Moreso did the determination to prove herself - even if it was just to herself.

She didn't to creep any nearer to where the rabbit was bouncing lazily about. She knew with her hip that she would only give herself away, and it was extremely important that she murder this sonofabitch. It had to be rabbit. Today of all days, it was absolutely necessary. At least, she was pretty sure it was rabbit... Maybe it had been some kind of bird. Ah fuckin' --oh shit, it moved!

Fin tensed her muscles in preparation as the sweet little bunny bounced a couple feet nearer to where she was hiding. She wanted it to come just a teensy bit closer, but her patience was wearing thin. I mean, she'd been waiting for like.. five whole minutes. That's enough of that shit. With a burst of adrenaline, Finley shot forth from the brush and opened her jaws wide, reaching to break the rabbit's neck.

About an hour later, the Blackthorn matriarch was trotting back to her den with a pheasant between her teeth. It probably hadn't been rabbit anyway. Besides, it's not like @Elwood was going to remember either. Probably. Hopefully. Whatever, the man was getting fed like a king tonight, so he was obligated to be happy regardless.

Fin's tail was wagging as she tossed the bird at her mate and let out a bright happy cheer of, "Happy anniversary!!" before bouncing forward and planting a dozen or so kisses on his face, kinda sorta also knocking him over.