Wapun Meadow she is now.

astara coursed after shisu, adrenaline pounding

oh, she felt so alive!

saliva pooled in hungry droplets along her dark gums in anticipation, while a high cackle bounded from the huntress' gums in response to shisu's begging.

astara halted, tail jaunty. oh, silly shisu -- didn't you know this was all a game?

she cocked an ear, listening to the heavy gallops of shisu's breathing. relax, she seemed to say -- i was only playing. a lull settled over the two of them that was so sweet, so idyllic, that it made astara's next move seem all the more cruel:

she lunged with a snarl towards grey hock, her parlor trick over.

gone was the friendliness, the beguiling grin -- replaced by the ardent, chilling veil of malevolence.

now came the real horror. die, you stupid bitch.