RE: Fallen Tree Cove, a lynx has been driven to desperation by the cold, and is raiding your caches.
I'm going to keep this going since it is an RE and needs to be finished by the end of the month. This round ends on 2/6
Despite the cold temperature, the sun was out allowing at least a small bit of warmth on her silver dusted pelt. It was a warmth that could stretch across the entire territory and bounce off of the ice encrusted surface of the Lake. Soon, that ice would thaw and the territory would once against be sprung into a beautiful paradise of greenery. A pleased smile fit itself onto her blackened lips at the thought of spring and warmth. She’d always loved spring. It was the beginning of many things, a rebirth of sorts for the land. Everything in nature thrummed with it and after the winter she’d had she couldn’t be more ready for it.
She’d been doing her rounds on the caches, checking them and making they were full or making sure nothing within them was going to spoil. Unfortunately she had had to discard of a few morsels, but with their numbers it was something that they could afford. The lake was plentiful with fish even in the winter which made up for the harsh climates they had to deal with. As she moved to the next cache a scent crept up on her that made her skin crawl. She paused, nose twitched and her hackles slowly rose. She knew that smell, the smell of a damned cat and her nose wrinkled in disgust. She bolted forward, heading in the direction of where it was coming and what she saw only pissed her off more. The animal had decimated their cache, carcasses littered across the ground half chewed while the greedy animal was couched over the body of a rabbit. A body that her packmates had could for themselves not some mooching feline. Her tail flagged over her pack and her mismatched gaze flashed dangerously, her hackles rising to puff her up. The pale green eyes of the Lynx caught hers and it slowly rose, a hiss rising in its throat and a low growl bubbled from her own. She lunged forward with a furious bark, snipping at the feline angrily and it let out another angry hiss swiping its sharp claws at her. She reeled back, avoiding the mammals mitts and threw her head back to signal to the rest of the pack that they had an intruder. She circled the animal, auds lying back in an attempt to keep it cornered until reinforcements arrived. They’d be lining their den with a warm pelt tonight.