Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

A quiet voice broke the trance.
A small white female cowered not to far away from her. Whist the dark female said not to worry, Morgana thought, Run, run while you can before I find you. The dark female seemed to want to kill Morgana, as she wanted to kill her. There is no point in killing something that wanted to kill you while there is something perfectly good to kill that ha no chance killing you. Morgana quietly stalked forward, hunched, ready to lunge at the small, white wolf.
Waiting...
Then she lunged, aiming for her teeth on its neck.
It wouldn't be enough to kill it. but to knock it to the ground.
She still planned on hurting the dark female, only after she had her fun with the small one. What's the saying? Save the best for last? Yes, yes that's it. She knew she would have more fun with the black one, she seemed to have the spirit of a wolf worthy of being in the Dark pack.
Oh what a great day to be blinded by bloodlust...