Northstar Vale houndmouth

@Warbone

Typical of this time of year, the sun rose and set once more behind a wall of featureless gray clouds. Darkness was a comfort to her, though it was not her favored time of day. True, most wolves thrilled at the shadows that enveloped the world, but she was a creature devoted to the following of Hati, the great wolf who sought to chase the moon from the sky each night so that the sun may rise again. Naturally she knew the merits of the evening hour where the illusion of security led the smaller fauna to seek nourishment and thereby feed the wheel that drove life to take life.

A rabbit, disembowled and hollowed by her hungry jaws, lay limp between her outstretched limbs. Her pale face was flecked with blood; muzzle soaked. She looked positively ghoulish as she tore into flesh and bone with ravenous abandon. One paw held the body while her neck pulled away another strip of meat. She devoured it greedily, and twisted her ears toward the sound of the scavenger raven hovering in the boughs above her head. 

She ignored him and continued to eat.