Winter is beginning to take its leave for the most part. Some days are worse than others but Bellatrix would never complain. She has lived her life among these crags since her birth, aside from her short time among Diveen, and keeps herself separate from her mother and the brood. On this brisk evening she is traversing the slick rocks of the mount so that she may lounge within her den to feast. Between her jaws swings the soulless body of a marmot, its blood leaving a sporadic trail of drops as she ascends.
It has not been an easy winter on her considering her nomadic state, though she refused to seek aide from her family. Her weight had declined in the slightest and so she did not appear as bulky and tank-like as usual, but she did not worry for her health. Spring is soon to come and prey will be plentiful once more as it always is.
The snow upon the crags has melted for the most part, leaving the rocks dampened and slick, but she makes her way to her cavern with little error. The soft sounds of trickling water puts her at ease as she ensures that no one unwelcome had intruded while she was away and within a few moments she is slinking into the open mouth of her den so that she may turn around to face the outside. Her immense size does not allow her to be completely sheltered when sprawled out the way that she is and her forelegs lay relaxed outside of the overhanging rock.
Contented, she begins to lick and tear apart pieces of the marmot’s flesh so that she may delve inside to pull out the sweetest organs. She does not fear other predators flocking to the delectable smell, for she is formidable in her own right, and her family is nearby if needed for more than one attacker.
lucian x stella - three - unclaimed - unbound - loner