Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

a scream drew her close; the scream of a madman -- or prey. either way, food was on astara's mind as she lurked close to a scene rife with the iron-tinge of blood.

her ears tilted forward as she assessed the sight: a darting, writhing coyote -- and a boy on the ground, the snow around him dark with scarlet fringe.

and then a noise. astara straightened, a snarl loosed from her lips as she lurched towards the coyote -- a species of animal she had no love for. the boy could be dealt with - he would either serve as food or fun -- but this little thing --

she burst from cover, snow flung behind her as she went. her head was low, teeth bared -- intent to charge down the coyote and send it packing.