Post by Fallinggaze on Aug 23, 2010 18:40:33 GMT -6
Just as usual, the prey scurries around while the warm breeze flies through my fur. I pounce on the fat little mouse, and go back to where I buried the other mice and finches. I carry them back to the camp and pile them onto the other fresh kill, everyone seemed to have eaten, so I took a tasty looking vole, and dig my teeth into it. The prey this moon is unbelievable.
