Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

Haunt. the girl intuits what she wants, even though the question is vague. Avi, she introduces herself with a sweep of her tail, then continues to clean the blood from her chops. only after a moment's hesitation does she speak again.

hunhh'? she asks, canting her head toward the abandoned squirrel's tail. the last syllable is guttural, harsh, but not quite a 'tee.' her tongue's not long enough to snap against her teeth. she drops into a crouch, then mock pounces, trying to illustrate what she means. 

then she turns and heads deeper into the forest, craning her head to glance back at Haunt with a query in her eyes. should the other yearling follow, they will hunt.