King Elk Forest chomping right down

Although she was far from youthful, Shreya still had an instinct that made the hairs on her scruff quiver with suspicion. Either she sensed someone nearby, or she was starkly aware that she was standing on neutral territory, on the way out of a famine, with a healthy little piece of meat in her jaws.

Either way, she started to get a move on pronto — only to find herself in the path of a great snowy predator. Shreya did not slow her pace, acting as if she was trotting on by and merely saying hello in passing. Ah you don't want this, she said casually out of the side of her mouth. It's a measly little mouse. Girl like you, you could probably bring down a deer. She glanced at those exposed teeth. Or an elephant...