hand out the window, floatin on air

With prey avoiding the bamboo, and Mochi just about done with fishing, she made her way to the Ancient Oaks. The ground here smelled dusty, musty, earthen and rotting, but the dense canopy made it so her eyes didn't water during the daylight hours. The trees lacked the life of the bamboo, didn't sing in the way it did. Still, it was as much her home as any other territory Tojo claimed, so she stalked silently between the trees, nose to the wind looking for any sign on prey.

She wasn't used to the scent of deer being so plentiful, but with the weather in the south turning colder, she supposed it would make sense for them to take cover among the towering sentinels. This area wasn't so heavily traversed as the others either, so perhaps, the cover seemed more appealing than it ought to. She didn't dare make enough sound to summon one of her siblings, she would have to hope they were close enough to join her once the prey was found.

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