Lion Head Mesa Disinterested eyes

@Merrick joining thread

She was alone - again - as always.

Sick of being alone. Tired and too old to be alone. She was walking, always walking and hunting. Collecting plants and flowers, herbs and the like. Collecting like some sort of hoarder. She had no use, no purpose for these things. She knew though that someday these things would be needed. She carried several different things in her mouth. A dead mouse, lavender and some sort of plant she had never seen before, but she wanted to experiment with.

She was hunched toward the ground, careful to not be spotted by anyone unwelcome to her domain. She soon arrived to a small make shift den. It was mostly just a hollow den in-between tree roots. She carefully placed the object there and sorted through the items, watching them. Then she ate the mouse. She had always been lanky and slender to look at, but lately she had lost weight. She was getting older - not fit for much else but watching plants and herbs. She couldn't hunt as well as when she was younger.

She sighed as she looked at the collection of different herbs and plants in her small den, there was barely room for herself in there but she had been careful to split plants up by category and organize it as well as she could. She looked things over with a certain disinterest. All this for nothing.