Stone Circle through the jungle, through the dark
February 12, 2018, 08:05 PM
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         Another surge of energy had come across her that day, enough to spur her to dart through the woods under her lungs heaved and her paws burned, attempting to hunt anything that moved. Her jaws closed around the neck of a plump pheasant as its wings trashed against her chest, her third and largest catch of the day. Collecting it and the two field mice she acquired earlier, she trotted briskly from the wood. Turning at once towards the den she shared with @Murdock, she adopted a prancing lope that lacked the swiftness or smoothness of a wolf's. She was not especially good at carrying the catches all at once, however, and more than once did she pause to pull them all back into her grip.