Otter Creek straight for the knife

She didn't bother hiding herself as she strode across the tall grass. Her presence was enough to scare off the smaller creatures here, she was a top level predator. The blood smeared on her torso, muzzle and paws were bound to frighten any other creatures, like wolves for instance. There were lots of wolves here. The voices in her head had been reduced to mere whispers for now, but some of them whispered to kill wolves: wolf cubs, juveniles, adults, elders. Anyone.

But the albino puma ignored them for now, her throat dry with thirst, despite being bloodied a while ago. She could smell a river nearby and she headed to it, confident that no one would bother her. She dipped her muzzle by the water, her tongue lashing out to scoop the water into her mouth.

The sound of splashing caught her attention and her blood-red eyes swiveled towards the sound. She purred softly when she saw the gray wolf dipping his muzzle into the water, trying to catch fish. "Woollfff...." She whispered to herself, her tail lashing slowly. "Preyyy...?"