Horizon Ridge Maneater

He obeyed like a good little child; slinking away from her with a look of concern upon his dark face. Bayou watched him go. Her body a hunkered shield between the prize and any who may pilfer it.

His figure retreated and soon enough, Bayou was distracted by the furry ball beneath her. She lifted herself and slid across it, landing on her thin front limbs first and standing with her rear end atop it; a pillow of flesh that barely gave beneath her minuscule weight.

The body was warm. Or perhaps she imagined it.

She would wait for hours - maybe days - without leaving her prize. It would sit and freeze with winter's touch, grow rank and wretched, to put off the wolves of this pack. Only then would it be her's; only then would she taste it.

But oh, she was hungry now.