Hideaway Strath Firestorm

Whrist watched the prey move and paced it deftly, Her teeth found purchase on her first well timed lunge, it helped the others brought the deer up short. The deer cried out as the others continued to deliver fatal blows. However it was Whrist whom squeezed the life from the deer as she crushed the windpipe, when the deer cried out she crushed her jaws tighten swallowing anymore noise it would make into a wet burble. Only when the body began it’s death twitches did Whrist let go and look over their victim with appreciation for their work.

She looked Nyra over as the ghost painted herself carelessly with the does blood. Her gaze lingered on Kynareth as she gave him a sly knowing smile. The black wraith stood and circled the deer looking for choice bit of meat to eat before it got to cool, she liked to eat meat while life’s warmth still lingered there.

She wouldn’t take to much since this food was for the pack but she did deserve a tidbit, the weeks of travel made her hungry and it also had made her muscles more well defined, as her body eased fully into it’s adult femininity.