Felltree Marsh reach for the dead

She moved delicately though deliberately, her stilt-like legs allowing her to traverse the muddy waters easier than a full-blooded wolf might. She was quite fond of swamps; they hid smells so well and she found their general aura pleasant. The bird remained unaware, continuing to preen it's feathers and release soft coos as it did so. The witch licked her lips once more before moving forward quickly, crouching again before striking. She would only get one chance at this.

Suddenly, a soft sound disturbed the eerie quiet of the marsh. The waterfowl started and, with a squawk, took to the air. The fluttering of feathers and frightened cries were joined by a hysterical banshee's shriek that came from the starving coywolf.

Fury and disbelief burned within her eyes, and the girl rounded on whoever had made the sound, locking onto the stranger a few paces away. He was similar to herself, thin and dark, though all she saw right now was a bumbling idiot who just scared away her only chance of a proper meal. With an enraged snarl, Lakhesis tore across the muddy earth until she was within striking range, intent on grappling the male to the ground and tearing at his throat with her jaws.