Voices trapped in yearning
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Ooc — Chelsie
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@Valor maybe?

A successful day of hunting left Viatrix exhausted by the time the sun began to set. It bled a million shades of red and orange into the sky as it departed, painting the whole spire in rosy pink. She lounged in the tall grass near the mountain's base, tongue lolling as she mentally counted her contributions: one rabbit haunch, two squirrels, and a mangled weasel were buried in well marked locations within the territory. The weasel had been her most recent kill, and was hidden no more than two hundred feet away from where she lay.

The DeMonte huntress had no plans to eat it, however. At least, not tonight. She had gorged herself on the hare she caught earlier and even now still felt full from it, having gone a while with only a rare meal to sustain her. As the sun began to cut behind a smaller, steeper mountain to the west, she issued a low howl, announcing her presence on that side of the mountain as an invitation for others to join her as well as reinforcing the pack's claim for the evening.