Wandering a Nightmare

Morgana watched as Bane tore at the now dead, fae's throat. What a waste, she thought sneeringly at the pitiful white mess lying on the ground. She gave the prey one last satisfying look before scampering back to her sunning , as if nothing had happened. She stopped by a small stream and took a refreshing drink of the clear water. She replayed the events previous events in her head. The she wolf seemed oddly familiar. No, she wouldn't have associated with that kind of weak scum. Wolves like the white fae, deserve to die. Wolves stupid enough to trespass along the mighty pack, die. It was fun to watch such a pathetic creature die. Morgana would have to participate in these fun events more often...