Meadowlark Prairie baby, you wouldn't last a minute on the creek

Pleased that her scheme has worked, Zhenya allows a wicked grin to grace her maw as she whips out her tongue and licks at her nose. She watches patiently as the prey continues on its path, straying farther from safety and closer to Zhenya's jowls. She waits until there is only a few yards between the two of them and charges, hopefully knocking the other onto their side. Now much closer than she had been before, it became clear that her prey was indeed a femme as she had thought, which brought an immense amount of joy to her heart. Whether pure or not, her flesh would do nicely.

A snarl erupted as she snapped at the woman's throat, leaving her own open for attack.