a constellation falling into place

She was tempted to go swimming, but she was just so comfortable here on this rock. Yawning, she flicked her wrist and dispersed the tiny fish that were curiously tickling her paw. Whiskey coloured eyes were half shut, her entire body feeling like nothing but a lump on the stone. She was warm, and sleepy, and comfy. However, she was also a little hungry. With a frown, she lifted her head with mild difficulty, looking around with bleary eyes for something that might provide an easy meal. When nothing presented itself, she let out a grumpy sigh. Come on. Hauling herself to her feet, the willowy femme leaped off into the reeds in search of a nest she could raid. Surely there were some waterfowl left, maybe some dumb ones that she could eat. There wouldn't be eggs, which was a pity. She was nearly soundless among the tall stalks, lithe and silent as the breeze among the foliage.
It took a lot of searching, playing hide and seek with the well hidden nests of the creeks residents, but she finally happened upon a napping swan. How convenient. They didn't usually leave for the winter, but they were also gigantic and dangerous. Frowning, she hunkered down and slunk closer. She had one chance, or she might lose something vital for messing up. She needed a grip on that long, slender neck, and a strong bite to finish it off quickly. After a moment of observing her prey, she decided it was an optimal time to attack. Leaping forward, she caught the bird by surprise, managing to somewhat pin it down with her forepaws. However, that damned neck was so long and agile that she nearly had her eye taken out by that toothy beak. With a squeal of surprise, she jerked backward and kicked out. Startled, the bird gave her that opportunity to kill it, a big mistake. Her regal jaws clamped down on it's long neck, and she crushed it's thin, delicate vertebrae. Neck broken, it went limp, and she could eat now.
Dragging it through the reeds, she was no longer any sort of quiet. Her rock was waiting, and it would be the best place to eat. She could still see everything, and protect her meal while she ate. With the open sky above her, it was just an all around good day to enjoy her meal under the sun. Hauling it back onto her boulder, she settled down with the plump body under her forepaws. Her teeth dug into the meaty breast, rending the feather covered flesh from the rest of the body. Sure, the feathers made it heard to really enjoy the meat, but it wasn't really a big deal for her. Spitting out the majority of the pristine alabaster plumage, she let the meat slide down her throat with a happy groan. She hadn't eaten waterfowl in a very long time, and missed the taste very much. Settling in for her meal, she was practically oblivious.


"SPEECH"