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

Fangs closed around another small throat, this dying squeal a bit more satisfying. This one had put up a fight; a small line of blood ran down her forelimb. She moved with easy grace back towards the others, though the body was dropped when intuition whispered carefully in her ear and slipped down her spine, familiar in its warning. Bleached gaze swept the trees once, twice, until falling upon a shadow darker than those around it, a sliver of purple barely illuminated by the fading day. For a moment, ice met indigo, until her voice rent the silence. "you are entertained?" The words slipped from her tongue without much emotion, only a vacant, mild interest in the pair of purple eyes and the darker shadow among the many. She did not leave, did not join her, did not steal. She only watched, and thus the wraith watched her in turn, body forgotten and stiffening already at her feet.