She was hungry.
Life on their own was difficult, and the arrival of winter made it no better. They'd go days, sometimes even a week without substantial food, and the small critters Roxanne found here and there weren't enough anymore. She had to try for something bigger. But what?
It was as cold a day as any, and there were no herds to be found. The grass was dead, the sky was grey, and the trees were leafless. But she spotted a small group of hogs or boar around here, and she watched them now, Hiding among straggly bushes and around tree trunks. When she got close enough to one, she focused her gift of illusion to make herself appear as if she were just another hog. Just in that moment, it froze and noticed her, but made no further movement as she crept closer and closer. It's working... It's working! I just need to get close enough for a short sprint, and then I can try and topple it down.
But something happened. Some fluke in her magic. In an instant, it seemed to see her for what she truly is, and just like that, it made a mad dash. With a groan of frustration, Roxanne dashed for it, but leopards are hardly built for a drawn out chase, and the hog had much more energy than she did. She slowed to a stop, bright tail flicking in frustration as she watched the herd run away, another missed lunch. The girl sat down, regaining her breath.