Wild Berry Meadow You givin’ up your faith for some fun

she hates 'pretty' places.  they're an eyesore; never mind that she, too, sticks out like a bee-stung paw pad.  what's more is that banshee's in her usual emotional state:  pissy and bored.  when she goes too long without something to do or someone to harass, she starts to become the equivalent of hungry but for chaos.  so, like a shadow creeping through the grass, she advances on the meadow, trampling over the flora indiscriminately.  at least it's dark -- not that the lack of the sun would do much for her sable and silver coat against this backdrop.  she snorts irritably; although, the rapid intake of breath that follows rewards her with the scent of someone new.  their smell is fresh, which means they either just left or they're still close by.  looks like she just found her newest source of entertainment.

a smirk creases her mouth as she sinks low to the ground and begins to stalk forward. she intends to try to sneak up on him, maybe even give his ankles or tail a little snap.  in case it isn't already abundantly clear:  yes, she is an idiot with a massive glitch in her 'self-preservation' programming.