Emberwood Glass Table Girls

Simatra had set off at a run. Her brief interlude with the flaming she-devil had been enough to tip her balance, so much so that the bone she had intended to bring to Israel was left lying almost forlornly as she fled the scene. A few choked breathes came and went as she forced her paws across and out the other side of a frozen wetland and into the depths of a forest. A forest. She wasn't sure why she'd entered the damned trees in the first place, yet what really made sense right now.

The gold furred Kali felt a lump rise in her throat, raw and reckless emotion clawing it's way onto her tongue. So caught up in her own turmoil, Simatra barely noticed as her nose lead her to the frozen remains of a large elk. She swallowed and willed her breathing to slow to a shaky rhythm as she inspected the slain beast. It was relatively untouched, save for the large gash in the stomach where the killer most likely feasted, and Simatra tore right in. She'd noticed the shadow of course, but assumed it a fox or a scavenging coyote. Not to mention she wasn't in the mood for meeting more strange wolves in a forest.

Food always made things seem better.

Apologies in advance if my myriad of assumptions are wrong <3