Dropping Prey

[bliss and ignorance™]

Ryeflank strolled easily into camp, tail lowered calmly, a fat vole dangling from his jowls. He dropped the slightly muddy animal in a pile at the center of camp, then trotted away, only to return and pad away again, depositing his morning catch each time.

-Fresh Kill Pile Status-
1 Vole
2 Mice
1 Rabbit

[wildpaw]

When Wildtail saw the fresh killpile she decided it was time for a hunt. She streached out then went to the warriors den to see who would hunt with her.