Hoshor Plains grinning

With her muzzle blood-smeared, she couldn't scent the wolf approaching; the snap and crackle of sinew and bone broke the silence in the gap between them. She tossed her head back to swallow a strip of the hare's loin, eyes rolling back temporarily as she tasted its warm flesh. It was good to eat warm meat, rather than scavenging meat that was frozen stiff. 

She nipped at the rabbit's flesh and pulled. A fleck of blood grazed her cheek, passing uncomfortably close to one of her lilac eyes, causing her to squint for a moment. And it was only then that she caught a glimpse of a dark stump in the distance. At least, in her peripheral vision, it looked like a stump. Dark, firm. 

It was only when she threw her head back to swallow another chunk of meat that she noticed the stump had grown. At first, it was given nothing more than a swift glance- but merited a double take when the male's steps caused his shoulderblades to slip and shift between his pelt- still dark and firm, but closer- and dangerous. 

Hastily, she grabbed the last chunk of hare and uttered a loud, guttural snarl. Like a whip cracking she lunged to her feet, hackles flying up as though lifted by an electric current. Still gurgling and snarling she hacked down the last bits with vicious snaps of her jaws until she'd swallowed the last bits whole. Nothing would go to waste- and she'd be damned if she shared any of it with this stalker. 

Thinking she'd outsmarted him, she snickered as she regarded him. One eye, one ear, both obviously lost in a fight...Unnerving. Her laughter caught in her throat, and her lips tightened. "Too late." She grunted.