Sawtooth Spire As easy as rolling off a log

The crunch of bones cracking sounded loud in the still morning air as Quell dispatched the second hare of the day. Panting a little from the brief burst of activity, she pinned the slain rabbit to the ground with a paw and took a moment to catch her breath. When she was ready, she plucked the carcass, still warm and dripping, from the snowy ground and trotted back to the place where she'd stashed the first. It took a little bit of juggling, though she eventually managed to grasp both in her mouth. Quell began carrying them toward a more central location, the bodies thumping against her chest as she went.

She set them down at her feet and peered around, simply taking a moment to study her surroundings. The youth then tossed back her head and howled for her father (@Wintersbane). Hopefully he was in the mood for breakfast and a chat. Q licked her lips and settled on her haunches to wait. When boredom inevitably struck (after a mere two minutes), she began to play with the dead rabbits like puppets, role playing a very loud argument between the two of them over who had eaten the last damn carrot.