Anteater crawled around, flat on her belly. She was trying to be careful, quiet; she had just recently discovered the abandoned camp, and through the stench of fish, she could tell there was still activity. By what, however, remained a mystery. Her theory was that it was a few rats- a nest, perhaps. Really, that was just what she hoped. Anteater was starving, her frame was growing more and more gaunt; the icey winter air was a major discouragement whenever she attempted to leave her nest in order to hunt.
But Anteater knew she would wither away if she kept that up; and her animalistic desperation to survive her thrust her out of the dirty city into the outskirts in search of rats or mice. She heard the rattling of metal in a trash pile nearby. A rat snuffing around for scraps, she decided.
Anteater crept towards the trash, listening carefully for the shifting of the debris, heavy breathing, the pattering of little feet. She couldn't help but drool. She came upon a disturbed pile of garbage, and sniffed at it to try and pick up a trail. The rancid odor of fish and scum sullied her nose, but she tried to follow it best the could. It led to a sizeable wooden box, which looked worn and moldy. The lid was slightly ajar. Readying herself to pounce, Anteater forced her head inside, drool dripping from her chops.
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