Phoenix Maplewood i will take you as food and leave you as famine

Instead of returning home after her fruitless tracking in the northern woods, Wildfire bypassed Sleeping Dragon and headed for the river. She crouched on the bank to take a drink, then slowly waded into the water to wash the dried mud off her legs. When she finished, she considered the far bank, then went ahead and swam across. The cold water on her back and shoulders earned a quiet ksssss from the yearling, though soon she was climbing onshore and shaking the wetness from her pelt.

That was when a tantalizing scent struck her. Wildfire's pupils widened as her head snapped in the direction of the maple forest. Her mouth practically watered as she followed the alluring odor through the warm May air, a gentle breeze gradually drying her wet pelt. When she finally came within visual distance of her quarry, the young she-wolf froze in place, her lips and her hips both quivering with lust. Her amber eyes raked over the curvy black figure in the distance, saliva pooling in her mouth, and her heart beat wildly in her chest as she suddenly ran toward the source of that heavenly smell.

Her jaws wrapped around the squirrel's throat even as it screamed and attempted to flee. For the first time in days, Wildfire knew the taste of blood on her lips. Her eyes closed and she simply clung to the dead, broken body in her jaws. She remained utterly oblivious to her own commander a few hundred yards to her left, as well as the two wolves—one a stranger, the other a friend—closing in on Thuringwethil's position.

Link to roll.