Moonspear smells blood

i live in a perpetual state of vague about certain things but

She was ravenous. As soon as she felled the rabbit that made the grave mistake of crossing her path this eve, she set to ripping it up and apart. Messier than her normal (since it was a juicy one anyway), quick though, she devoured her favorite pieces of organs then flesh. In her wake, the fresh snow was stained, and she swiped her tongue over her lips. She still felt a prickle run down the back of her neck, and hunger wasn't the lone root of this deepened frustration.

A steadily simmering ire had been sticking to her for so long. Constantly irritated, by this and that and whatever else when the wretches of the world continually deemed it fit to even be a blip on her radar, she had felt this grow beyond a grief-filled annoyance more so than ever before. First Galaxy with a Redhawk involvement, then Vela and a Blackfeather.. and Korei with circumstances entirely unknown, she had about zero tolerance for anything not already previously within her scope of good graces in these cold winter days.

Add on to this: all week she had watched the moon grow—quickly, and considerably too, which she was sure to notice. An approaching supermoon, perhaps, but she did not yet know what else it would have for her to behold by the time it reached culmination.

The dark alpha had savaged the rabbit for all it was worth by now. Little more than the torn skin was left, complete with a few scraps and dangling bits of bloodied bone. Without much else of use to be done with it, she grabbed it roughly and swung her head. She whipped it back and forth, evidently intent on shredding this rabbit down to a bloody, fluffy confetti before she resumed business with something far more serious.