Flycatcher Downs but you lie

Intended for @Rala

Sun rising in the early morning sky, the titaness strides through the snow with the strength of a thousand women. The air is cold, but through her thick shield of fur Dyone barely notices.

Head lifting high, she pauses for only a moment to take in the surrounding scents. She is downwind, good for hunting.

Paws flexing, she stretches out her back as she ponders. A good hunt would certainly give her a boost, but is it worth the risk to try anything large enough for her taste? She is on her own now, after all.

She frowns, ears turning to the sound of crunching snow.