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qiao knew nothing of humans and the aberrations they bred - but she did know the sound of food. her keen ears lead her through morning mist and winds to an open plains. there was little remarkable about this once-green valley, save a boulder that sat with rough shoulders in its center.

sniffing the wind, qiao froze as she heard the noise again. a whimper, somewhere to her right. beyond the snow and pale grasses, qiao saw a small badge of red in the clearing. something was under that red -- something alive and smelling strangely of lavender and herbs.

qiao's form sunk: her ears flattened, her shoulders dropped, and her hips trailed behind her as she inched closer in a hunter's prowl towards the thing that was about to be her breakfast.