Neverwinter Forest Determination of Personality

Crème skittered out of the bush she had recently occupied; she hadn't heard the humongous black wolf she now saw through the mist. The pup had backed herself into a nearby tree and whimpered once more, fear dominating any other emotion in her butterscotch eyes.

When she began to feel her other senses, she realized that he had... offered her food? Her eyes shifted down to the form of the dead critter and back to the male. She now caught the scent of the animal and her stomach yanked around as her mouth began to salivate.

Crème looked into the male's sea foam-colored eyes as she slowly inched forward toward the varmint, with her tail stuffed between her legs. When she was a few inches from the rabbit, she pounced and then struggled tearing pieces away to eat. Being so small and weak was never a positive, especially while trying to consume food.