Dust and the scents of animals filled Zarra's nose as she moved in a stealthy crawl along the ridge. Stalking the lower land for prey she could possibly take on her own. The storm had caused her the loss of many a hunt and her current carcass of one of the smaller creatures was nearly gone. What remained was carefully wrapped on her back as she nibbled away at it. Hopefully soon she would be able to replace it. Digging her hands and feet into the dirt she continued moving, Spotting some bushes down the ridge Zarra moved with extracting carefulness before pausing. Moving once more she paused again, scanning her surroundings. Reaching the brush she began digging at the ground, looking for some of the roots she saw the horned creatures digging at. Perhaps they would be edible. She needed food and food was food. Meat or not. Pausing every so often in her digging to peer over at the threatening ridge.