Emberwood Huntress

Paws of ebony and ivory tore up the ground as lithe body of smoke and ash shifted through the forest. The leaves dappling the colors of her pelt in many hues, digging into her skin. Leaving shadows where they breathed across her flesh like little tiny fingers.

She liked it here. There was a melancholy to her. Lucius was now gone. Anja was gone. What was a girl like her to do. So she sought out a way to make the pain ease. Something, anything to keep her mind as busy as her body and with that she went in search of prey.

She could fill their caches, and feed their bellies. She could fight and die to keep her pack safe, but she couldn't keep those she cared for close and it rankled.

She settled into a prowlers stance and nose down to find a scent of some kind to hunt.