Muddy River — A Splash About

Dos's paws splashed through the mud puddles tracing the river near which her family had chosen to build their den, panting lightly as she raced through the undergrowth. Her eyes were locked on the rodent in front of her, the fluffy furred gray squirrel darting back and forth trying to shake her focus in whichever way it could but Dos remained hot on its hocks. It was with one final spring, launching herself over the row of brush that she was finally close enough to finish the job. She snapped her teeth around it's midsection, quick to crunch down harshly and revel in the iron that subsequently filled her mouth. She landed roughly, her paws slipping through the mud and she squealed a little as she rolled head over flank with a rather wet 'splat!' That was the most epic hunt I've done in forver! Dos purred to herself, sitting up. She'd managed to hold tightly to the squirrel, prevent it from becoming as mud-smeared as the vixen herself was. She giggled to herself, giving a harsh little shake to knock off the worse of it before rising to her paws. She trotted smugly through the mud, unbothered by the 'squelch squelch squelch' of her little paws through the grime and toward her little cache of food. She'd already scooped up a pair of mice and a sparrow - adding in her rather plump squirrel, she'd collected just the right amount for her little family of three. "I am the best hunter ever," she declared, dropping the squirrel on the pile. It was now time to head home. But first, she needed to get rid of the mud. Her mom would be very frustrated with her if she tracked it all through the den. And the kit flinging herself joyously into the river nearby, rolling through the shallower part and giggling to herself as she splashed was an amusing sight for anyone passing by. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.