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

From the darkness she watched, a glint in her eye as the scene unfolded before her. The Nightstalker was lucky, at times such as this, that her pelt blended so beautifully into the shadows, allowing her to secretly observe the wraith as she relentlessly slaughtered foxes one by one. It was a curious sight indeed, but one that intruiged her to no end - it was a situation in which she could imagine herself being a part of, for she would find a terrible amount of pleasure from the grotesque murder of the smaller creatures.

She supposed that was why she stayed, violent eyes peering out from the night's claim to the land that surrounded them in inky blackness. This was her favoured time, and that would be the reason for her aimless stalking. Having heard the desperate cries of the foxes, she had prowled closer to take in what was happening, and the very sight amused her. Kelina savoured the sound of the shrieks, voices that usually plagued her head hushing for a while as the screams echoed in her mind. They were good sounds, indeed.