Blackfoot Forest Shallow shadowed nights

She watched the black wolf with glowing red eyes, still eating at the same time. The insane white cougar relaxed when he said he had no reason to take her kill. After speaking the black wolf lapsed into silence and the only noise around was the sound of her jaws cracking the bones of the little canine.

Then the wolf spoke up and introduced himself as Jace. He watched her warily, obviously not trusting her at all. She paused in her feeding, swiping a piece of fox off of her muzzle. "Jacee...." she repeated. "Laksha. Some called me the White Ghost." Called because the human who called her that had long passed.

"Packss....that's what you wolves call your groupss, packss? How many are there herrre?" Part of her reasoning for asking was insane and the other was logical. The insane part was asking so she could reek havoc upon as many as she could before she was driven out or killed. The logical part was inquiring so she could know where the best hunting spots were, hunting for both wolves and other little tidbits.