It was sometimes hard to believe that she had been trained as a mercenary, the small she cat had so much grace and flexibility that she managed to manuever through the tunnel system with an almost otherwordly grace, and her tracking skills were equally just as impressive. If anyone had shone during these past months of winter scarcity and shortage, it was Landynna. Or, at the very least, of all the mostly mercenary trained members of her family, she was handling it the best.

Today was no different, and the lithe frame of the black and white she cat turned one of the tunnel corners with a plump rabbit in her maw. There was somthing of a gleam of triumph in her eye, but it was severly dulled one. She had started her foray into prey hunting with significant pride at her own successes, but it had become boring all tpp quickly. The suprise that she was so innately good at hunting had wore-off, and hunting was now back to the painful, mind-numbing work she had tried to avoid by going down the path of a mercenary to begin with. But the group was hungry, and everyone had to pull their weight, even if all the hunting was on the verge of driving the she cat crazy.