Moonspear aperitif

With muscles trained for travelling and mountainous terrain, she sliced through the snow like a hot knife through room temperature butter. There was no slowing down. Every once in a while she would be caught through the thicker growth, angrily snapping and trying to force her way through the bare branches with her barking and growls only growing in pitch. Claws tore up the ground and snow, leaving a trail of destruction in her path from broken branches to a carved brown and grey trail through the once white snow. 

She was destruction after all. 

By now her teeth had made contact, but that did not satisfy her. If it wasn't for the woman clawing her way to freedom, Conquest would have done much worse if she had managed to grapple on top of her... but alas, the woman escaped. Off a ledge and away from sight. Surely she could track the medic's blood trail to continue chase, but looking around... this felt far enough and surely Stryx got her message this time. With a final rolling thunder of a growl, she turned to return to the mountains.