Bearclaw Valley deep in earth

anyone wanna gopher a hunt?

little brown creatures, popping intermittently from the earth. she watches from a distance.

this is Avicus's first experience with pocket gophers, and she is immediately interested. for one, they are food. . .obviously. anything smaller than them is a snack; that much has been made clear to her. also, they live underneath the ground, like the worms.

big, giant, furry worms. she wants to squish them like worms.

her ruddy fur is a liability, though, against the green grass of summer, and she squints into the rain as she waits for another gopher to emerge again. she will have to be quick. stealthy, silent. . .

a head emerges, then a fat little neck, and she surges forward, slinking along on her belly and then launching herself at the prey. her paws hit—the ground, each on either side of the hole, the gopher having slid back into its hiding spot once more. and presumably warning the others—

sigh. frustrated, she backs away, waiting for another try.