River jumped from the tree she was perched in and took a second to appraise the animal caught in her trap. It was a fat hare, struggling in vain to crawl out of the tangle of vines it found itself in. With a sure pair of hands, she reached in and snapped it's neck with a clean twist. It was definitely not a great catch. To small and lean to be of much help in the coming winter.

Suddenly, a noise rang out, echoing through the trees. It sounded much like speech, though River wouldn't be able to tell anyways. However, these could possibly be dangerous people. People with the shiny white sticks that draw blood with one touch. Perhaps it would be best if she scouted her territory again to make sure they aren't after her. She stood up from her trap and silently bounded in the direction of the noise.