Moonspear Playing with fire

She ignored Charon's nudge, brushing it off as incidental as she concentrated wholly on her surroundings. Although she couldn't see it for the screen of underbrush, she could tell a squirrel was headed this way. She heard the soft noise of its feet as it bounded across the leaf litter. After each quiet crunch, it would pause and listen right back. But neither wolf made a noise and it kept coming. Maybe it was headed for the sweetgum tree and would unwittingly bounce right into her.

But Wildfire didn't give it that chance. As soon as it came close enough, she struck like a rattlesnake. In seconds flat, the squirrel was hanging limply from her jaws, its neck broken and jugular severed. Blood dripped onto the forest floor and she dropped it, breathing fast from the quick movements and adrenaline. She blinked behind her to make sure Charon had seen her beautiful execution—only to see absolutely no sign of the Alpha anywhere.

"Charon?"