Wild Berry Meadow of vices and virtues

[table width=80%][tr][td]Astrid, while not the sneakiest of females in the dark woods, preyed on yet another tongue to add to her collection. Whether she had to go out of her way to lure away a passing stranger and into their shadows; she would get what she desired. And so, with a swift sweep of her speckled tail, she darted away from the blood-marked border and into the meadow she knew was a sight that attracted many. She herself had tried to hunt there once but had come home empty-mawed instead of with a plump rabbit dangling from her bloodied teeth. But it wasn't the scent of possible prey nor the desire to catch something that drove her to this sight; it was the swearing unlike she had ever heard. In the air hung the scent of wet-wolf and a tinge of blood; a smell she knew all too well. In the shadows she moved, ignoring the beauty around her to fixate on the being so enraged by the very environment with a sly smirk upon her young face.

She began breathing heavily as a plan came to mind and tried to make it sound panicked and tired. Her eyes grew wide and full of emotion as if to practice and soon she darted toward the white thunderstorm crashing through the very lands. Help! She screeched at the other. Oh help me please! My b-brother! Please! She said in a panicked way, leaving no room to doubt the sincerity of her words and mood. Not only was she an assassin, she was also a great actress.

With her buttocks lowered and tail pressed tightly against her midnight fur on her belly, she stared up at the... female? She wasn't sure; the scent of wet dog was the only prominent smell she could breathe in while so close to the stranger.[/tr][/td][/table]