By the Shore Sorcha Loch Morar was quiet, as usual. It had been quiet for years. Well, on this end of the area. Sorcha wasn't quite sure about the other end of the lake. She would travel, but she was absolutely starving; she didn't want to take the long voyage for nothing. But, since there was no one around, she was resorting to eating rabbits. Rabbits! Like a feral animal! She was much more civilized than this. She was a trickster, not a chaser. She had no other choice, though. And it wasn't as if it didn't work. She did have a dead rabbit in her hands, bleeding out as she took a large bite of it. Furry. Too much so to her tastes. She made a face down at it, but continued. Honest to god, she would do anything for a proper meal at the moment. One she finished, she tossed the bones back in the water, and brushed back her black hair. She had always preferred being in human form; she could use her hands for things. Hooves were just so useless, really. She didn't know why anyone would like that over thumbs. Speaking of which, she made sure to lick any excess off of them, to ensure she got every last bit possible. She wondered when more boats would come. Humans usually came every few months. Or, they used to. Now? Now, there was no one. She didn't know why they stopped. It wasn't as if she ate everyone that came down this way. Only the rude ones! If anything, she was doing them all a favor, really. She sighed, laying back on her rock and shutting her eyes. Hopefully something bigger than a rabbit would come along soon. Something slow, too-she wasn't keen on chasing something fast, and the rabbit from before was enough fast for a lifetime. More than that, she wished for some company. Talking to the reflection in the water was not exactly.....satisfying for her.