On the trail

"Die, you mangy turd!!!" she shrieked, taking a flying leap over the snow covered ground the second she saw an opportunity to try and get a hold of the pest she'd been chasing more or less in large circles for... longer than anyone ought to chase a fox. The bushy-tailed critter also shrieked as it tried to run faster to no avail. She landed on it's tail and the fox whirled to bite at her face while Cael's jaws closed on either side of it's skinny little back. She picked it up and shook it a few times till the fox was good and dizzy and then tossed it to the ground, deciding that watching the animal stumble around unable to walk a straight line was an even better punishment than just finishing it off.

Looking pretty darn satisfied with herself, Cael watched the fox stumble off in an arc away from her, trying it's best to flee before she could decide to go after it again. "Serves you right," she huffed, sitting back on her haunches as a bit of blood rand own her muzzle. A battle wound well worth the payoff. She'd avenged her stolen breakfast and now she was already looking for something else to occupy her time, since apparently eating had been temporarily off the table.

Spotting an ivory male nearby, Cael glanced him over, noting the eye markings that seemed so prevalent in the family leading Abaven. Had she seen him at the last meetings? Hm. She didn't remember. "Hi there," she began lamely, "Whatchya doin?"