Moonspear deepest greens, and rainbow blue

She stood poised and fully prepared to taunt them into action if she had to, but thankfully she did not. They were not so easily off-put to deny coming back at her. Fresh off the satisfaction of costing them such an easy victory, her senses whirled, reached, and she weighed her options. To find a lesson in terrorizing them was always the goal, in some vague way at least.

She could disappear entirely and make them track her, or she could goad them into confrontation. Both, in some tangling way that the nature of the hunt would always show them, was probably her best plan with them in mind. At least she had their attention already, and that would be hard to ignore.

But she gave a quick pause again now that she was well away and readjusted the fish in her teeth, then shook her head with a playful growl. The fish at her mercy, and once pleased with a shake, she tossed her head and kicked her heels out, romping in place; look how fun, she glinted her teeth over her shoulder at them through scales, so far staying relatively stationary as distance eased between her and the whelps--but what would they do once in reach?