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@Orlaith ! rolled a success on the squirrel in discord :)
4pm, 77F, partly cloudy

when caw sees the squirrel, at first, he hesitates. this is the faerie court, after all! even though it is home now, it is still a good thing to be careful.

but he has permission to hunt here! there is no flock of ravens. there is just the faerie queen, and she has welcomed him in. so after a moment’s careful deliberation, marked only by the twitch of his ears, caw drops to his belly and tiptoes his way towards the base of the tree, where the squirrel is peacefully nibbling at something on the ground.

the wind is in his favor, blowing the scent of living prey into his nose. there is blood here to be had. caw’s unblinking stare fixes on the little animal, mouth open. its head lifts from the scrap held between its tiny paws, and he lunges clumsily forwards, jaws wide and eager, paws scrabbling at the dirt.

he is not very good at this. it shows! but his teeth do just manage to clamp down on its tail before it rockets up the tree and, spurred on by the thrill of his surprising success and the salt-and-iron flooding over his tongue, caw dances backwards, shaking his head furiously from side to side until something snaps.

the body drops bonelessly from his mouth to the ground. caw prances in circles around it for a few moments, nosing at it like a cat might play with a dead bird, and then settles, chirping for vrána to come down again and see what he has caught.