Golden Glade rocky training montage

In those early days of her arrival she would have salivated at the scent of prey, how ashamed she had felt of herself to be in such a state. But her new outlook changed shame to pride. She saw the small brown crown poke out of the ground, it's back to her. She allowed herself a small smile, the wind was in her favor as she took each step softly. The gopher flicked it's head about, nose twitching but stupidly did not look behind.

Muscles tensed as she paused, letting instinct propel her forward. At the last second her jaw opened wide, and in a swift motion the crisp snap of the neck came satisfaction.

Mictec straightened herself out, a quick shake to remove the snowflakes that graced her underbelly like stars on a moonlit night. Liberation had become her until the scent of another wafted with the breeze. She froze, this scent was all to familiar.