The female bathed her paws, extending the claws in order to better reach what droplets of precious blood may have slipped into the sheaths during her kill. Soon the extensions of her phalanges glistened with her own saliva, not a trace of crimson to be seen. They glistened in the moonlight, reflecting the pale glow unto her still as of yet blood-stained face. Perhaps if she squinted, she could just make out her reflection in the glistening claws.
But a yawn gently stretched it's way from the base of her chest to her maw, 'gentle' being quite the juxtaposition when the whole of the scene was observed. Half the body of a torn bird lay beside her, some form of predatory bird. The stupid animal had been searching for fish in a dried out land, it's own body shriveled and weakened.
Foolish creature, there was no food to be found here. Herself not withstanding. The avian had been all too easy to take down, weak as it was. She wrinkled her nose, peering down at the remains of its body. Oh how she detested bird. So frequently were the things small, stupid, and stringy. Hardly good lives to give her strength. But while it gave her little strength, it nonetheless nourished her body, so she pulled the carcass over with a detestful huff and buried her muzzle in the cracked bones.
She only managed a few more gulps of flesh before her revulsion grew too great, she pushed the carcass away, skittering it off to where scavengers may have it, it would give them more strength than her. She almost felt as though she had exerted more strength to kill and eat the thing than she had gained from devouring what little remained of its own life force. Stupid bird, pathetic.
She sighed. Her belly would be silenced for perhaps yet another day, and that was more than naught, she supposed. It would allow her to focus more easily, and perhaps that was all she could ask for as of now.
She was so terribly bored. No matter how much she enjoyed the silence, enjoyed being by her lonesome, she still needed entertainment. She grumbled under her breath, distasteful of her situation. Blegh, the bird had left a foul taste in her mouth, made only fouler when coupled with her own sheer boredom.
The small female sighed, coiling in on herself, thick fur providing some blessed warmth in the unnaturally cold night. Her stocky limbs made to cover the rest of her form, greedily clinging to her own heat. It was so easy to drift into rest, she knew there was nothing dangerous in this land, she had scoured it quite thoroughly looking for a more decent meal than the bird, to no avail.
Not that she would have been afraid to begin with.
With those last vestiges of thought she drifted into rest, her mind subconsciously searching the world for some entertainment. For she was so very bored.
It was with surprise that her mind brushed against a darkness so like yet unlike herself. Curious.
She was interested.