User blog comment:Rainsplash987/The Birthday House/@comment-8754209-20130920234212/@comment-5331607-20130920235712

Ivy burst from the pines after a mouse. She narrowed her amber eyes intently and it scuttled into the stream. Gracefully, and without hesistation she leaped in after it. Moments later she emerged with the sodden mouse in her jaws, and water streaming down her long black furred frame.