Snowforest Taiga living without you

It was a small creature, somewhere in the realm of childhood itself, and while it was dazed and twitching at her feet Stryx had the unfortunate urge to crush it beneath her heel; she chose not to, mostly at the last minute, because the wolf child emerged and whispered something. Her ears spun forwards to listen, but there wasn't a repeated utterance. He looked young but healthy; shy, simultaneously bold with curiosity.

Stryx lowered herself to her haunches, placing one paw across the small of the squirrel's back and gradually leaning more and more weight upon it, so that it could not escape at first but also so that it gradually became crippled; she wasn't sure if it was okay to murder a morsel of food before anyone so young, so she did it gradually. The squirrel struggled a bit but eventually the life left it, as its lungs could not expand with breath, and it died against the dirt.

Sombrely she commented, It is food. Would you like it?