Needing Something

A mauled badger swung from Karabela’s jaws as she maneuvered her way through the thicket.  Winter was moving slowly in and the skies were growing gray and cloudy.  Raba paused to the examine the sky, nostrils flaring as she tried to gauge whether it was going to snow or not.  Seemed like there was a small chance of it, no storms though so that was good.  Though she knew as winter moved in that would change.  The entrance to her den was facing the west but she’d need to check that there were no obstructions to cause drifts.  She’d have built the entrance facing south but in the summer that made her more vulnerable to spring storms.  There was always something.  She grumbled a bit to herself.  Den-keeping was not one of her strong suits.

As she manuevered toward the river to drink she noticed one of Bass’ children… and she grinned, dropping her catch.  “FLAMINGO!  Hey girl, how’s it going?”  She picked up the kill and trotted over to the other before dropping it at her paws.  “You hungry?”

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