Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

She walked silently through the snow covered forest. Despite her silent footfalls, there was a war raging in her mind, like always. Her bloodlust temptation had worsened, the feeling of ripping her claws into a living thing, echoed in her mind. It had been too long. Smelling a badger nearby, she stopped. Pacing around, the mind war raged on.
And as her demons took over, she didn't really mind.
Jumping on the creatures back, she tore it open, furiously attacking it.
She could feel the occasional scratch and nip from the creature, desperate to get her off its back, but she continued. As if she had no feelings. One last swipe, and it was dead. She gave it one last clawing, completely gutting the unfortunate creature. Stepping back, she looked at the creature, it's own blood. She licked he muzzle briefly and walked away leaving the carcass to the birds , and leaving a trail of bloody paw prints behind her.

Still drive by the bloodlust, she caught the scent of another creature, bigger than the badger. Following the scent, she came to a clearing: Spotting a wolf, she scowled. She had hoped it was at leased a deer. But it just just had to be a wolf.
She slowly approached the female wolf; who looked a little estranged. She had the same look Morgana had after a kill. Morgana growled loudly, knowing that this wolf was not going to play friendly.