She had finally returned to the bogs after so many moons away. Malacath had returned to her once more almost a pity it was spring before he had shown himself and yet he was returned all the same. Iromar had swapped paws to Athine. She was not particularly fond of any of those that ruled Iromar but she trusted Nakki. Even though she had ventured she still remained constant in the fems mind. She missed her games most of all.

She had met one other in the grotto that engaged in play with her but it was short lived. Still her time roaming was spent in observation some people she could hardly understand but was inclined to leave the grotto when others began venturing in. It killed the silence she had grown fond of.

The scent of moisture was carried on the breeze which caused her to take notice of the darkening skies. The atmosphere grew more ominous as the cracking sound grew in her ears and with in mere minuets the dark clouds opened up and began to shower the land. She watched as a small herd scatted as lightning struck a tree and attracting her attention but it soon returned to the river that raged against the bank.

Maeve had always been attracted to the water fowl that make home around the banks of most water ways and the riverside was no different. She imagined they had taken shelter close to the bank and she let her nose lead her to a thick brush. Cautiously she snuck he head in striking with deadly precision ripping the duck from its place of hiding carful to protect her eyes while withdrawing from the brush. Hoping to get her meal to a quiet place so she could eat in peace.