Today had been successful! A fat pair of hares hung in her mouth, maybe not enough for the adults - but certainly enough for some lucky cubs just teething on their first meal. She felt rather proud of herself in all honesty, even if it wasn't a huge kill.
But Chuma was the type to be happy with the smaller victories in life.
Reaching under one of the trees to rest herself in the shade, she dropped the hares by her paws with a broad smile and eyed over her kills. Turning them gently with her paws, inspecting them curiously. She didn't pay that much attention when she was mid-hunt to really care for the details of her prey...maybe she could use the pelts for something interesting? Maybe a present for her siblings or her mother and father. Maybe a present for someone else...?
She huffed thoughtfully, licking some of the blood from her chin as she cleaned herself up a bit and mulled thoughtfully to herself over what could be done with these soft pelts.
Excited Apathy