Hunt

She crept up behind the vole, quiet like the world's slyest fox. It would be delicious, she could tell even from here - luckily it didn't look too bright, either, just sitting out in the open, nibbling on seeds. Closer... yes, just keep lying there, you dumb rodent...

Icewing pounced. The vole never could've seen it coming - she one of the best hunters she knew. Her prey between her teeth, she trotted in the direction of home, the icy snow crunching below her. She hissed, muffled by the vole, when it clumped up in her fur. But she would just need to let it be until she got home. Then she'd split the vole between her friends. Possibly groom her fur out, too. It looked much nicer this morning, before her long hunt through the windy cold. She knew her fur would be sticking up everywhere by the time she got home - her friends would likely never let her live it down.

Well, until they get their eyes on this vole. She smirked to herself, confident with her loot. Everyone would be delighted - or they'd better be, or she would never let them live it down.

Lost in her thoughts, Icewing continued plodding home, content with her hunt.