Whitefish River I can feel the touch from another world

After a three hour long tongue bath, the insane puma's pelt was pure white, ready for hunting in the snow covered woods. The cat licked her maw as she stretched across the branch, watching the forest floor below for any immediate signs of prey. There was none to see, but she could certainly find it if she tried.

She pounced, landing in the white snow, tossing flakes into the air. Laksha's mouth opened in a fleman response, trying to bring fresh scents into her brain, but nothing besides snow and her own scent. The voices in her head whispered to her, urging her to find something to kill.

The White Ghost stalked through the bare forest, following dead trails for hours at a time, but soon finding a savory scent in the air. "Wollffff...." The puma purred, the voices rising into a crescendo. She licked her lips maliciously and followed the trail.