Five-finger discount

thought it might be fun to throw this girl in here :x
[size=xx-small]ps. Maera really hates felines heh [/size]

Hunting had always been part of the Sveijarn child; hunting for treasures that is.
Despite the fact she had begun to attend Scarlett's lessons to perfect her hunting technique, and that she was getting considerably better each time, she did not know if she had a real interest in becoming a Gamekeeper. Still, for the sake of her own mantainance, and to secure her spot in the pack, Maera had to stray from her usual treasure hunting to pursue real prey.
Even if the castle of glass that was the Glacier had held the Sveijarn brood as their sole rulers once, it had changed, if she didn't contribute she'd be kicked to the curb, regarless of who her parents were or weren't.

With her nose hovering above the snow, the lanky teen found herself straying from the core of the Glacier to one of the borders. As she unknowingy headed near the area where the feline prowled, her stomach churned, alerting her that something was not right. Curious as she was, Maera could not simply leave that feeling unattended, and despite the fact it would have been wiser to call for an adult, she pressed on, the familiar scent of the predator's species making her heart race and the hairs along her back bristle wildly.

Finally as she set her eyes on the dappled devil, the relative of the odious creature that had dared to take her brother, Larus, from his home she almost crumbled. While the image of the cat had been haunting her in her nightmares for months after the tragic event, as she laid eyes on the creature as it proceeded to dig up one of her pack's cache's, she realized she did no longer feel fear.

Instantly, and rather uncontrollably, the female's lips drew back into a menacing snarl. Without her crippling fear to stop her Maera then did the untinkable.
With her eyes narrowed into hateful sliths of hazel and her tail rising dominantly over her back the young Sveijarn marched right towards the thief, little growls and snarls escaping from the depths of her chest.

Get out she spat as she looked directly into the demon's feline's eyes, her rage not allowing her to weigh the dangers she was exposing herself to.