Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

She inched along, eventually coming near enough to identify her prey as wolf by both sight and smell. This made her pause and fall back for a moment as he continued obliviously through the grove. She almost turned and slipped away in the opposite direction, having lost interest once she realized there was no small game to be had here. But even if she couldn't snatch something to present to Kaertok upon his return, she could always hone her skills.

Haunt proceeded slithering through the undergrowth, every inch the prowler her father called her. She closed the distance until there was about ten yards between the two of them and pondered whether to attempt an attack. Of course, she wouldn't kill and eat her own kind, yet as her yellow eyes fixed on his red rump, she couldn't help but feel her predatory instincts triggering. She gave in to them, slinking closer, closer, closer...