Moonspear asphyxiated

Saghani skulked onward, unaware that she had been seen by another until she heard the low note of their voice. Saghani then heard their footfalls, and knew she had only a few seconds on her side before she was caught. If the number was only one, Saghani could do as she had done before—kill them, before continuing her business. Saghani was desperate enough to even harvest wolf meat, which was against all moral codes she had ever been taught. But those morals were gone; Saghani was more monster, now, than wolf. As a mother, she had to do many unspeakable things to keep her cubs alive. None of which they knew, except for her thieving—if ever she could not care for them, she wanted them to be able to care for themselves should they be alone and unable to join others. 

Seconds passed. The other was close, too close, and soon she would be discovered for what she was: a trespasser. And so Saghani whipped around, her yellow eyes flashing as she lunged for any part of the other that she could grab. It did not matter what came first, for the end was inevitable. It was easy to discount her own weakness, to forget it, with the adrenaline running wild within her.