Hollowmist scrunched up her nose and padded swiftly across a stretch of dug-up grass. She guessed it was a rabbit or loose dog scratching at the earth on the moor, but who knew for sure? She couldn't really smell anything; the air was pretty humid. Her pale eyes danced about, looking for any movement. Wow, today was dead. Stopping what she was doing to sit down and mope, she lashed her tail and looked up at what she thought she had seen out of the corner of her eye. Prey? She got up again and began to slowly move toward the disturbance.
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