Broken Boulder the slow approach of the sun

She rose with the sun and set off to find breakfast, scouting east toward a grassland in search of small prey. Bat spent a few hours rousting rodents from their holes in the steppe, eating her fill and then hunting a few extra, to cache somewhere or take back to @Tristan if he was still around. Before she turned back, she set the brace of small, furry carcasses down and gave herself a moment to catch her breath and survey her surroundings.

Off in the distance to her left, she could see a colossal boulder silhouetted against the sky. Bat lifted her muzzle and sniffed idly in that direction, sure she caught the scent of a coyote. Prairie wolf, she mused, which seemed fitting, given the grassy plains. She looked down at the bloodied bodies, wondering if they might draw attention. Sure that they would, Bat began gathering her kills in her mouth once more, though it was a difficult business juggling all four with naught but her teeth.