[Cove]

@starry

Ghoststorm made her way down the slippery slope, in search of a lizard. She promised she’d hunt today, yesterday she just relaxed so she had to hunt today. Her tummy gurgled at the thought of a juicy frog. Pricking her ears, she heard a rustle.

Crouching low against the wind, she started making for the raven which was pecking at a frog. She advanced towards the bird, narrowing her eyes. Bunching her hindquarters, she jumped, pushing against the mud, grabbing the raven between her paws before giving it a killing bite. She carried the raven under a tree then buried it. She started grooming mud off her fur, then went off to hunt more.