The swamp was eerily quiet, not even a breeze to disturb the trees. It seemed all the creatures in the swamp was holding their breath, waiting, waiting, waiting, with baited breath to see if there would be blood. Then, a sudden splash, a spray of water, and then there is quiet. Treacherous Snow emerged from the foliage slightly wet but victorious, holding a large rox aloft in her jaws. She moved easily around bogs, traveling on steady hooves to a clearing where she could comfortably eat her kill and hopefully not be disturbed.Cornice settled into a more relaxed stance, but her ears were up, alert, as she ate carefully, bites even. She was careful not to let too much blood get on her muzzle, never one to let other kin know how she really felt. Even now, when she felt essentially nothing, simply eating, she had a pleasant look on her face. How stupid other kin were to smile and grin and wear their hearts on their pelts.
When a mongoose scampered out, chattering at her, she gave it one glance, flat and dispassionate, before slashing at it with her hoof. It didn't even have a chance to squeak before it lay dead on the ground. Turning back to her rox with a sniff, Cornice continued her meal, pleasant look back on her face.
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