Snowforest Taiga ☁ έχω χαθεί ☁

in a sense, death did come. 

he had been stalking her for some time, waiting for something to happen. for her to mess up, to fall down to - oh she did. her body hit the ground with a dull thud. the beast was in the foliage at the thickest part and to his limited knowledge, he had been invisible to her. she did not turn. her feet did not race forward in fear and therefore he did not give chase. but he did stalk her like the filthy predator he was. and she, the sweetly smelling prey. saliva hit the ground as he closed the distance, dripping from his jaws in a fresh ooze. 

it was her own mistake, really. to be in the open. to be vulnerable. to have no safety of a pack at her back. it was why he had slunk back to the Taiga; no other packs were around. nobody to interrupt what he wanted to do. no good-doers ready to pounce on him... his thoughts were sane for a bit before reverting back to childish antics. and really, it was his fault. he chose to protect himself. he did not face the past. he could not. at least, not right now. so all he could do was move forward.

the grey beast walked closer, watching her frame rise and fall. in his jaws was a squirrel he had plucked from the base of a tree. even he didn't know why he chose to do this; a wolf like her was enough to put some bulk back into his sunken frame. she was easily dead if he didn't do anything. but he would jerk his muzzle up, throwing the corpse at her face. so far, these wilds hadn't given him much. if he could give her a bit of food now, she could tell him where he was. then he'd eat her.