Blackfoot Forest standing in the fading headlights wondering "what if"

Two bodies lay slain already, grotesque and stiffening into gnarled forms, lost of all the sleekness they had been. This place was rich with them and their kin, the cries of fox echoing through the barren trunks as darkness fell, paw prints and the odd patch of feathers and blood marking one of their kills. But the wraith moved through the place with death's grace, finding amusement only in the shrieks of the dying as she killed relentlessly and methodically. It had been a while since she'd last been in a fight that had sent her blood hurtling through and out of her veins, and here, in this forest of fox, was release. It paled in comparison to a fight, fang on fang on flesh, but it would do.

@Kelina (?)