Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

Bitch wasn't a very suitable curse for a female wolf. Because that was what she was, a bitch. But oh in so many ways Vanity was a bitch. So perhaps it was well deserved Hela thought of her as so.

She eyed the speckled feathers of the bird, pottering about like the insolent child behind.
She looked back, checking her position, then gestured forward with her paw. No words to be used at this proximity. Besides, he Whelp could get closer than she.
She waited for the child to oblige, but wasn't stupid. The outrageous thing could easily be a pain and ruin the hunt again. So, in this case, Vanity was ready, looking to the bird and measuring the distance to spring should there should be any signs of flight.