Hoshor Plains Now now, don't be so icy

she had been out again, but this time it was not as peceful as before. krpyotn was on the prowl for something caught her attention, something that caught her nose and drew her in like an insect to a light. it was the smell of blood, fresh and still flowing into the frisky air. the beast could no longer feel the boundaries about if anyone killed it or not, something about the scent truly illusioned her, which was different from her original motherhen personality. perhaps, it was because krypton was seeking a thrill now because she had been on guard/puppy-sitting duty for quite some time at home. she wanted some excitement, something that would get her to feel her heart beat against her chest and ribs like nothing else. she wanted to feel that rush again. being three, most likely four by now, years old- she felt things become numbing and old, she felt old, she felt ancient. she wanted to feel young again.

the beast lumbered through the area, drawing closer into the scent before noticing she was making noise. she held still, her entire body hid behind a wall of grass before she slowly pursued. out of the grass wall poked through an agouti muzzle, dripping with saliva as frosty teeth were exposed in a snarl, blank lips scrunched up with many folds. then came the rest of her head, her glassy eyes glazed over with something that seemed to take her real focus away, her real personality. ears pinned flat against her skull, all of her hair stood on edge. and the rumbles of growls empited from her throat and poured into the chilling atmosphere. it was a rare sight to see her act in such a way that someone could call her feral, which she was always far from.