Tanets so smert'yu. 《Dance with Death》

sorry there's no dialogue or anything

Crëyr had been traipsing around the bushes, collecting plants of all sorts for medical usage appointed by the healer. As she padded round a corner, she noticed a strange scuffling coming from somewhere nearby.

Her nose started to twitch. Quickly the scent of the strange, unknown wolf drifted into her nostrils. Promptly she gave up on the idea of trying to identify this wolf and quickly started towards the scent, as this wolf was very close to claimed land.

Uneasiness settled in her stomach as she trudged closer to the sound and the scent as she had no idea what was going to be in front of her moments later. Crëyr knew how to cope and deal with whatever life threw at her, so after that specific thought struck her she balled the feeling up, like a piece of used paper, and threw it away and into her mind's wastebasket. She would empty it later on.

The scent led her to a relatively empty clearing, a place where wolves came to hunt, rest and go. The first noticeable thing she saw was the smashed rabbit carcass, bitten open, bloody insides revealed and hurled away. Her blue eyes turned away from the carcass yet to see another one.

Well, not exactly another one. A mountain of rabbit carcasses sat on the leafy floor, all in the same condition as of the last carcass she had seen. Once her eyes flickered away, she spotted the male, bits of his thick pelt equivalent to the color of some of the leaves scattered on the forest floor.