Starter for @bawktor
Freedom tasted good. The nights cold air felt amazing.
Her direction quickly changed from aimless to focused, honed in to one area. The colors of the Circus couldn't distract, she couldn't see them anyways. Most of them at least.
The smells here are complex, some come from sources she'd never want to meet, on top of that she smelled blood. A lot of it. That means there's a lot of food in one of these tents. Making her lucky in a lot of ways tonight, lucky she got out, lucky she started her night off right to be able to sneak in like this. The padding on her paws making her silent walking on the dirt, leaving defined tracks.
She didn't bother finding the entrance, using her claws the tents fabric tore like butter giving her direct access to the storage. Sarin wasted no time breaking into the meat as if she hadn't eaten. Knocking things over in the process.
