Noctisardor Bypass To go to sleep I count antlers, not sheep

The fae peered through the brush and across the small glade to see if the icy wolf still remained in the shadows. She was. With steady paws, she knelt further to the ground - her haunches tensing in anticipation of the leap to come. She was on the ground, and then with a burst of force she was soaring through the air. She slammed onto the compact soil feet from the hare - her intention to scare the rabbit working like a charm. Its frightened eyes meet her amber orbs breifly before it began to sprint away - directly towards the Empress. Semira snapped at the air behind the hare, giving it incentive to take the quickest route away instead of twist and turning its path. Sure, she could probably kill it herself in this moment, but it was more fun to hunt with another wolf - to share that pride with someone other than herself.