Sex: FemaleSudden noise made her pause, the bright yellow of her eyes scanned the looming trees that seemed to come alive with vibrant color and rich aroma of earth and blooming flowers. With spring came new bird calls and the scurrying feet of prey. Overhead she heard the whistling call of birds high in the canopy busy tending to their growing chicks that had hatched nearly a month ago.
She watched one bird in particular lower toward a low branch and scurry with a hop toward its chirping chick, hungry for the fat worm it held in its beak, its sparse feathers were an array of white and grays and downy like winter fur. Spring returned life to the land, and Rory hoped that this new abundant life would help to quiet her stomach from its constant rumbling.
Her nose was low the entire time, following the scent of fox she'd caught half a mile back which lead toward the base of a large and rotting tree. The fox had come near earlier and if she hurried she could catch up. With renewed energy and excitement she followed the scent until it seemed to grow stale, stopping only when a pile of bones stood exposed to the rising sun; a carnivore had been through here just before her.
She scoffed, surprised and angry for not having caught the scent of cat in the wind earlier before wasting her time in tracking already dead prey. "No point in wasting everything," she said after taking a bone into her mouth and chewing at it until the taste of bone marrow flooded her mouth. It was a tantalizing taste that left her wanting more but she scavenged just a little while longer, tearing off what remained of the skin and picked over meat. In that moment, guard down, Rory felt invincible and ate at the fox carcass loudly.