The bullets catch in her teeth

With a satisfying crunch Jynn roughly chewed the small prairie dog before swallowing it down in large chunks. Her large ears flicked back along her skull as the rain started to come down. Bleh! She wasn't overly fond of the rain but she'd traveled in it enough not to let a gentle rain get in her way. Besides, rain was expected with spring. At least the weather was returning to normal after a particularly hellish winter.

She licked the blood off her lips and headed out across the prairie with no real plants in particular. Though if she found a badger den maybe she could widen it enough that she could squeeze into some shelter for the night. As she wandered she spied an ashen gray male. In his mouth he had a prairie dog. "Decent evening for hunting despite the rain," she chirped.