Please help, I'm outta butter

The oppressive red sky persisted, but so did the leopard, barely old enough to be off her mother's heel. Not that she'd ever admit as much. She was a grown up now, thank you very much, and perfectly capable of stretching her legs under the strange moonlight, swaying grasses brushing against her swinging belly.

She paused to sharpen her claws against the rough bark of the cypress trees, sneezing as the antiseptic scent filled her nose. Well that was different.

With kitten-like curiosity, her rear legs tippy-tapped before she launched upward, claws scrabbling against the trunk to seek out a new perch to spy who else might be out on this red-lit night.