It had been such a long time since she last saw Nakki. Perhaps she didn’t believe the woman had really returned perhaps she was truly haunted by the displeasure she may face. The fact she hadn’t sought rank or even to find Nakki in her rumored return. Still; could she be blamed for the time she spent chasing the ghost trail of the dear Nakki? Even a part of her doubted she was truly here. Whispers around the swamp had a tendency to be just that; whispers. She shook her head in discontent finding her wondering thoughts took too much attention from the prey before her.


She moved slowly with the eerie silence that accompanied winter as her aid. The crunch of snow was hardly audible under her paws as she crouched stalking closer to the beaver that wonder lazily on the bank. Perhaps it searched for something too but she wouldn’t dare allow it to find what it seeks. She will soon have it clamped between bloodied jaws; a thought so tantalizing it scent shivers down her spine.


She knew she must be timed perfectly if she wanted to make the distance without its escape. She closed in with a silent grace and as the creature turn its head she froze her breath halted in her throat. Had she been discovered? As the Beaver turned it’s head back and moved off a ways she felt relief wash over her features. Now she wasted no time closing the distance as swiftly as she could manage before springing forward; mouth agape hoping to claim the back of the creatures head.


A startled cry reached her ears as she felt flesh rip between her teeth, her prey was making an escape for the water. Maeve was partially stunned but left no time to chastise her mistake as she dove into the freezing water after it. This time when her teeth connected she snatched back putting as much pressure as her jaws would allow until the crushing of bone was heard.


She was pleased she had landed the skull of the beaver between her jaws. The creature was then ended swiftly in her second attempt. She couldn’t help look around for any other creature with ears swiveling in all directions straining to hear the slightest sound. She needn't fight for a meal when she could simply drag it back to she shadows hidden from everyone.


She rolled the bloodied corpse in the snow trying to lesson the scent of blood. Her ears pricked intently as she was certain she heard snow being stirred or perhaps falling from a trees limbs. Still she wasn’t looking for any visitors to disturb her meal and wanted to ensure no one was able to try. She stood tense and silent waiting just a few moments to see if anything really came from the noise or if she was simple hearing things before trying to dine.