Redhawk Caldera Spring calling

Spring was coming. It wasn't quite here, but it was close. Using the gifts she was given. Amalia found herself rooting in brush. On the search for small game to flush out and fill the caches.

It had been so long since she had actually fully hunted. When the weasels, honestly she had hoped for rabbits. But the ermines eould do. When they hopped out, she was off like a rocket.

A low hum of laughter in her chest as she sprang after them. Body turning sinuously into the curves, eagerly playing a catch game.