The Sunspire Mortal, insufferable.

The white cougar continued to eat as the dark-furred wolf approached from the shadows. Her tail twitched angrily, and there was a low growl in her throat. Her blood-red eyes fixed on the female, daring her to come close and take her prey. She hadn't thought that the female wasn't truly interested in food, and more interested in getting her away from the pack's lands. Laksha paid no mind to borders, like most of her kind, but she was more want to steal a pack's food, or even kill a pack if it were easy enough.

The wolf was still above her and the wind had not changed. She couldn't smell what pack this one belonged to. It didn't matter really, but she liked to know who she was dealing with. The female raised her voice, her eyes locked onto Laksha as she warned her to leave. She called the cougar something in a language she didn't understand, but the albino took it as an insult. "No." she growled deep in her throat, tearing into the heart of the goat. "You will have to make mee....."