Ink pillars draw a grey bodice through the forest and onto a terra covered in roses and a few bright pansies, her cranium turned not a fraction of an inch to glance at the flowers only looking straight forward. The grey femme came to a slow stop at the charred area, her amber eyes scanning the area with a certain finesse that a usual teenage wolf would not portray. She sits lightly on the ground, her tail wrapped around her paws. Amber eyes lock onto a rabbit, her thoughts instantly snapping to blood and such. Her grey body lowers to the ground, eyes staying on the rabbit as she slowly stalks towards it. The rabbit jumps up and starts to run away from the predator, who chases after it with all she is worth. A growl escapes her chest as she leaps into the air and crushes it between her paws gracefully, the blood splatters out of the crushed creature and spots all over her pelt, including near the white swirl on her face. She watches the blood drain out of the prey curiously and decides at last to lap up a small amount of the metallic life force. It tasted almost like a deer maybe a boar, but she wished she had water nearby. Then an idea hit her, literally. A drop of rain splashed against her skull, giving her an idea. She digs a small hole nearby the rabbit, letting the rain fill it up. Once it was full she grabbed the rabbit in her jowels and held it above the puddle, letting it drip into it. She plops it down next to the puddle, watching as the blood swirls and makes weird formations. Once it settles she hungrily laps up the water, bloody water dripping down her maw and onto her chest. After the water was gone she took a large chunk out of the rabbit, loving the taste and feel of it's meat. She probably looked very demonic, having blood on her face, chest and her paws. A smile graces her maw, showing pearly white fangs that were stained red from her catch.