Deepwood Weald I go my own way

Her racing heart began to settle, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away in her veins. But the thrill of the kill was still fresh in her mind. Remaining splayed out on the snowy ground, Tzila's dark tail began the rare motions of a wag. She had little reason to assume she was being watched. In the thick of it all, it had just been her and her lunch. No other sounds or sights indicated that another wolf was lurking. Normally one who was accustomed to always being on guard, just this once, she had let it slip.

A thin trickle of blood rolled down her lips while she nosed at the still warm, lifeless body. She combed through the downy fur, inhaling deeply the foreign scent of the animal. She examined its fixated, unseeing dark eyes...the velveteen nose. Then back to the pelt itself. Contemplating skinning it carefully, she mused that it may come in handy later down the road. With a lick of her chops and a clack of teeth, she set to work on the meticulous task, starting from the neck down.