Cricket Creek Bog where the river leads me

*barges in*

Today's hunt led her south, beyond the copse. She threaded along the frozen stream bed, the scent of hare thick in her nose, jaws wet with saliva as her stomach snarled. Wildfire had been so busy lately, she hadn't taken the time to feed herself regularly, and she was definitely overdue for a square meal.

She eventually caught up to the rabbit. After a quick chase, she downed it with a stroke of her paw and dispatched it with a killing bite. Wildfire didn't even bother sitting down to eat; she ravenously dug into her kill.

Between the noises of tearing flesh and chewing, she detected the sound of voices nearby. Wildfire finished feeding before raising her head and looking around for the source of the voices. She didn't see anyone, so she quickly wiped her mouth and jogged further south along the creek.

Two figures soon appeared. One was familiar and the other wasn't. "Eljay!" Wildfire called, closing the distance. He looked a little distressed, which wasn't totally abnormal, though she shot the strange male an assessing look. "Is everything okay?"