Salexia

Pythona slunk through the shadowed foliage
Emerging from the nigresent foliage, a battle-marked vixen stood.
Auds lace against a well-chisled skull.
Flickering emerald visage danced like fire,
locking in everlasting pain.
Nares flared,
syphoning in all smells. zyphers ruffled her
nigresent canvas. She was
famished, had'nt eaten all day...

*Potential Prey*

Upon the wind is the fragrance of ground squirrels and the scent of a long-dead caribou.

The faint sound of flowing water tells of a nearby stream that could offer good grounds for catching fish, or finding other prey.