The concept of home is a cool one. There's always going to be somewhere for Mercy to come crashing back down again, when she's done wandering and watching and seeing everything she can see. That's cool. That's good. Well and good, but so is exploring. Really, Mercy has the best time exploring. Being away from her habitat, having enrichment time out of her enclosure.
Quick and curious, as she makes her way east of home. Eating the ground beneath her paws, growing more confident with each step. She's getting good at finding her way back, so that means she can go farther. Taking in the world around her, and the lake too. Placid surface, ringed in dead and dying grasses as the winter chill would take hold soon.
It's as Mercy studies that she sees them. They make a lotta noise, and they're surrounding one of the new babies. Nope, that won't do. That won't do at all. Descending quickly and engaging with the slobbering beast closest to Shore, Mercy reaches out. Grabbing it deftly, and slinging the beast into the ground with a sickening thud. Nope, there'd be no stopping here. Snarling and snapping, it's not long before the beast is more of a red beast than hyena. Still more to go, she'll stay dialed in.
