Pork crackling

It was a strange bit of land, the bifrost. On the southern side, bitter winds whipped and ice lined the sand northwards. On just the other side, warmth and sunshine abounded. She could see it from here. Unfortunately, the clashing of the cool wind from the south with the warmer weather of the north did leave the area quite volatile. Even now, dark and angry storm clouds edged with green roiled overheat. The atmosphere was charged, the mingled scent of electricity and petrichor heavy in the wind that blew into her face. The combination called for hail, and while she wouldn't let worry mar her pretty face, she did frown rather sternly. She wasn't going to let a little rain spoil her hunt.

Heavy tracks had led her north and now the herd of bearded pigs were in sight, in search of fruit on the other side of the land bridge. They couldn't seem to wait to escape to warmer climes before they had started to root around in the sand in search of shellfish. Sand flew in all directions, their grunting and snorting filling the air between the peals of thunder. At least the sound and scent were working in her favour, for now. But was she wily enough to take one down on her own? In that regard, she wasn't so sure, so she kept her prey in sight for the moment. Mochi would wait and see who else might come along.

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