She had slipped from the den tonight, unable to sleep tonight. It had been sometime since she had actually strolled out at night, the last time being the night she had went out with her father. It was a fairly quiet night and she found herself heading to the last large kill the pack had. There was still plenty of meat on the carcass and though she wasn't hungry she had seen something there earlier today that was worth checking out. Her form was quiet as she moved, being more agile then her siblings due to her more compact paws. She moved quietly in the darkness, her ears and eyes taking the world in around her. It seemed quiet tonight, not even a howl from a coyote was heard.
The kill came into view and her pace quickened, dashing the the spine side of the kill. There her eyes searched the ground until she had found what drew her interest earlier. Ever since her little learning session with Ty she was interested it crafting a blade. Ty had explained that it was useful in many ways and the large body of the herbivore had some good bones for the picking. This bone was the femur, a bone she had cleaned off of meat and skin earlier today. Now the roughest part was to figure out how she could craft it on her own. She settled into a sternal position, eyes looking over the bone as the gears within her mind began to turn, flashbacks of the crafting session playing within her mind.
Little did she know that the belly side of the kill was the likely target of the dark trespasser. She wasn't even aware that somebody had the guts to move this far within the boundaries. The pup made no noise right now as she stared down the bone and tried to figure out what her first step must be.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
