Overture Downs Rational

Wisteria ground to a halt at the whirring sound of Treason's growl, letting her own silver-speckled hackles turn to blades over her shoulders. The longer she looked at that rabbit hanging from the pack wolf's jaws, the more bold she felt. What she knew was impossible moments before felt like a narrow chance now. If she moved the right way, if she was quick enough, perhaps she could take it for herself...

It was hunger speaking, and Wisteria needed more than that to risk her hide. But she took the measure of Treason more closely now, with sharp turquoise eyes picking over every aspect of the other female. Need it more, she rasped with a twitch of her lip toward a curl. Wasn't that obvious? Her ribs showed through her lackluster fur and her belly tucked up toward her thin hips at a pitiable angle. She needed food and it showed. Compared to her, Treason was utterly fat in Wisp's opinion and could stand to lose a few pounds. More than a few, really, since she'd given birth not that long ago. Win win, truly.