She sang her song and cleaned her kill, the fur separated from the meat so it was not wasted. She was about to pick up a second rabbit when the sound echoed into the air, sending birds flying from the nearby trees. Juno was on her feet in an instant, skinning knife in hand, and turning toward the sound.
"Someone there? I ain't the one you wanna ambush out here..."
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Date: 2025-10-27 12:02 am (UTC)From:"Someone there? I ain't the one you wanna ambush out here..."