Stone Circle Big Hairy Trouble

Myrna wagged her tail at West, very pleased with herself for providing him with a snack. She lightly panicked when Greyback was not happy about the mouse being eaten. Her tail stopped and curled underneath her body as she backed away a couple of feet. "I guess I could find anything if I knew what it smelled like..." she timidly almost whispered, "I just have been eating a lot of mice lately so that is what I'm used to finding."

Myrna lacked the muscle to take down anything too large, and she was not fast enough to snatch a rabbit either. Mice and an occasional squirrel has been her diet for a couple weeks now. The yearling was starting to tire out already from the small meals and she sat down to passively look at Greyback.