Om Nom Roadkill

Peregrine was having a grand ole time clambering about in the branches, but not nearly as much fun as Tsiry. Despite the somewhat cool temperatures, the lemur seemed perfectly at home there in the canopy... well, of sorts. Trees clashed against one another, laying about and weaving so that even creatures such as herself could climb up towards the sky. She had spent much of the morning attempting to get as high up as she could, but a close call on a patch of slippery moss had sobered her up and she'd retreated down to the lower branches. Earlier she'd even managed to scavenge a half eaten kill, a young deer likely claimed by a mountain lion by the looks of it, but was spending just as much time looking out for the cat as she was enjoying the meal. Tsiry was helping with that as well. She alerted to the approach of something, but it had none of the alarm Peregrine would have expected at the sight of a cougar. She lifted her head and peered around, hoping to find either the lemur or whatever it was that was heading their way.