Bitterroot Valley if not me

wc;94

she earned a right kick to the nose as she rolled with the small furred creature, only coming to hasty stop when jaws met the right mark on its fragile neck; dead. just like that. she struggled not to blanch, especially as a hidden hunger suddenly roared to life at the aroma wafting up her nostrils. grumbling, she stood and shook off the debris clinging to her disarranged fur before making her way back to alsek. now he waits huh. with a little huff she dropped the rabbit proudly "ta dah, food is served"