Shadowwyn Moor Spark Plug

She'd never been much moved by the thrill of the hunt. Perhaps, Manea considered as she watched the wolf hunt, that was why she remained so thin; a wisp of a creature, scarcely there at all. So scarce that she didn't really feel all there.

The wraith settled silently in the grass, indigo eyes following the man and his rabbit. Her nose twitched in anticipation. Soon the scent of blood would choke the air. Manea wondered if the man would notice her at all past the carnage.