Blackfoot Forest whisper

Not at all!!!

Her ear twitched as she heard the sound of scampering nearby. Tonravik's head swung upward and her muzzle pointed in that direction, and she was all but the withdrawn blade prepared to drive into its opponent. The wind was in its favor, but its noisiness was in hers. The bear of a wolf felt her muscles coil and then, she was loose.

Groundeating strides took her toward the fox, that yipped in surprise as she gained on it. Tonravik paid no heed to the wolf passing through (though surely he would have been the victim if this place was her own). In a perfect display of power and prowess, she was upon the vermin, her fangs the proverbial reapers scythe as she brought its life to an end. Tonravik wouldn't let the body go to waste; she dug in while it was still warm.