Phoenix Maplewood entree.

Anyone from Legion, Whitebark Stream, or the general area, wanna meet Stryx? She's 1/2 scouting out each pack and 1/2 heading towards the coast.

A rabbit hung loosely from her jaws as Stryx sauntered among the maple trees. The forest had caught her eye because of its transitory nature; most of the trees were quite old and very green, but a few had dazzling yellow crowns, while others had deepened in to orange with flecks of crimson, and she was charmed by the variations. Autumn was a distant thing in her mind. She knew that eventually this forest would shift entirely to a warm composition before shedding it all, and then the barren trees would welcome the snow. There was lots of time for her to prepare for the winter and so she set aside any misgivings that the forest sparked within her.

The rabbit swung as she loped along, less lethargic than usual now that she had something fresh to tuck in to. Once Stryx found a suitable area within the woods to drop her quarry she did so and then began the task of dismembering it. She tore strips from the belly and took her time enjoying the sweet fat on the creature's underside. She plucked the heart and soft tissues out of the rabbit and greedily sank her molars in to them, licking the fluids off of her lips as if they were nectar. It did not take long before the rabbit was in pieces, with only the spine and head remaining.