After a few more steady strokes, her pelt was clean and firm. She lifted to her paws, padding to the fresh-kill pile, rolling around the small mammals to find the nice pieces. Her gaze tracked on it, then bending her cranium down, grabbed a plump squirrel, returning to her spot in the patch. Without ruining her pelt, she bent down easily, eating the piece of prey in a few swift bites. Satisfied with herself, she twitched her whiskers, gazing around the camp in boredom.
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