Just Going With The Flow Of Blood

Tarnish wasn't sure what to do with himself. He'd been doing so well then his illness derailed his usual sense of self and motion. A lingering tiredness hung over him, only occasionally punctuated by bouts of mania. With a grand push he managed to get himself out of his tree house and into the surrounding territory of Wolf Paw lake. Maybe he could get back into the swing of hunting by doing some fishing.

Trotting around the edge of the lake, Tarnish looked for a good fishing spot, pausing when he caught the smell of blood. Oh? What was this? Had he chanced upon a meal? With a grin he shifted course and found a reasonably fresh pronghorn corpse that seemed to belong to a pale, white woman. Well… for now. Tarnish grinned as she turned to go after some coyotes. Seizing the opportunity he bounded forward and grabbed the pronghorn by the neck. Immediately he tried to make off with the kill, snickering to himself as he did so.