Haunted Wood see I have to burn

she managed to lay her fangs into a squirrel; her prize sways from her muzzle as the girl moves through the wood, seeking some place to better settle down with her meal. it's early morning, and the sun has yet to become anything besides a thin glow on the horizon. fog sits heavy on the horizon, and the entire morning is filled with a kind of reverent stillness. spotting a small open glade like the one she'd set claim too, she settles on her stomach and traps the rear of the squirrel under a forepaw, making quick work of the meal.

@Valour