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Resenting was out hunting, her favorite pastime. Any opportunity to come up to the surface was a welcome one. Even with the minor inconvenience of having her eyes readjust to light and shapes and colors, the surface was just so much more exciting. She rotated her ears around while drinking in the air, smiling as she began to pick up the familiar scents of her favorite prey. Little ducks and various little four-legged creatures. Which to go after first?
Before Resenting could make a decision, she heard something that was not her favorite thing: singing. Loud singing. The kind that drives prey back under the roots and into rock crevices and tall grass to hide. Right away, she could tell this was not another Zikwa, she didn't have to see the singer to know that. Ugh. So loud and only getting louder! Resenting didn't know what she wants to do. She really only had interactions with her family, and otherwise kept to herself. Of course, she had seen other kin before on other hunting trips, in passing as they walked by while she remained hidden. Her family had never spoken well of other kin. She could leave the area altogether, but then she would get annoyingly far from the cavern entrance. But if she stayed, this hollering could drive away all the prey in the area.
Maybe she should get a bit closer to whoever this kin was before making an assessment. She carefully picked her way between the roots and the grasses, being sure to stay close to the bubbling stream to mask the sound of her footsteps. As Resenting snuck closer, she started to pick up on a scent. What was that? It smelled familiar, and tasty. In a few moments of distraction, her steps became uncareful. Then she realized it was rabbit, but not any way she was used to consuming it. Her breath tightened for a moment when she realized she had gotten so close in her distracted state she could start to see a vague outline of the kin. How could she be so stupid? She hoped that she remained unnoticed, but she couldn't be sure.
Resenting became extra still, and ducked her glowing markings behind some reeds and grasses. Her eyes narrowed to hide their glow.