Wapun Meadow and sit with their pictures until they grow o-o-o-o-old

Peculiar, intense, the shadow of a woman turned to him with cutting violet eyes. The mouse between her teeth was perfectly still before she swallowed it whole and returned to her hunt beneath the snow.
 
Billy Bones watched her for a moment more, taking very little offense from the pointed stare that had been offered to him – a statement without the use of words. The nimble male lowered his muzzle to the snowcap and sniffed. There wasn’t much beneath it. It was more likely that the dark female had frightened away any remaining mice. Bones scratched at the top of the snow absentmindedly before turning back to the woman and waiting to see if she would find something more.