The Heartwood A Lover's Blight

Tokala caught the scent of blood. A lot of blood. It intrigued her, but in case of danger, she got down low, using shrubbery and bushes as cover as she crawled through them. She was not the best at stealth, and her fur coat did not at all disguise her against the snow. She peeked through a bush, toward a wolf, eating another wolf. Such a thing, well she'd done it before. She remained silent as she watched.