Sunspire Mountains Can't fight the friction

She sunk her teeth into the flesh, eyes closing as the blood rolled in her mouth and over her tongue - it was hot, and tasty. Nothing could beat the still pounding heart of a wolf, but a meal was a meal and she was not one to pass up this opportunity. When the time came, she would hunt one of her one kind and savour the fear glinting in their eyes as she pounced upon them and tore their throat from their neck. It was after a few minutes that she drew back, tongue swiping against her lips to wipe away the blood, and took a step back.

The Nightstalker's gaze drew upward to the sky and she peered at the moon, attempting to gain knowledge of the time, only to be met with the eyes of another. A small hiss fell from her jaws and her hackles rose sharply - cold gaze questioning. Perhaps she had been blessed with the chance of a real meal, though she would have to wait and see the movements this stranger made. Perhaps she could lure them closer with the idea of food, for still there was the carcass beside her.