Alpine Lake spinning round as we circle the drain

Sorry so short guys

Her gaze was gentle as it focused on the male hybrid, but another came up upon them, her footsteps less then stealthy in the snow or she just wasn’t thinking about it, Whrist was always thinking about quiet. Every step she had ever made was purposefully and silent. Her eyes became stoney as she returned the glower that was given by Simmik. Then she was pointedly ignored by the white female which was almost worse. Her teeth crushed down on the hare hanging from her jaws just a bit tighter, until a cracking of bone and the squeak of fur in the teeth could be heard. Whrist had to forcefully loosen her jaw before she bit the hare in two.

She had half a mind to leave right then, However the jostling of the bush drew her eyes, apparently her grandmaster wasn’t going insane, though she had half wished that were so then she could pass off this white bitch as temporary insanity. She could barely make what the thing in the brush was saying but there was a lot of words a lot of movement and a lot of wasted time.  Her eyes were now riveted to the brush she just wanted to see whom or what it was in there.