Noctisardor Bypass Is still directed as a drama

"Good," her mother remarked from somewhere above and behind her. Grub barely paid her any mind, though she did pause when given some guidance. She already knew all that, thanks to her senses. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to get through the obstacle to the prey hidden inside.

Grub sniffed around the base of the nest, then reared on her hind legs to smell its upper reaches. Her nose brushed along the exterior, instinctively prodding for any points of weakness. There was a spot where the rat's smell was more concentrated than elsewhere; she lingered there, inhaling deeply, her mouth watering. She then began to paw at it, though she was still not as coordinated as she'd like and ended up losing her balance and sliding backward onto her haunches.

When she perceived one of her litter mates drifting nearer, Grub growled sharply. This was not a deer, something that could only be taken down by a coordinated joint effort. This was just a small animal of some sort and, as far as she was concerned, it belonged to her. Warning issued, she grunted and rose back onto her hind legs to begin scrabbling at the weak spot again.