Deep growls vibrate the very walls as she drags her package into the cave tunnels. Grunts of effort, rumblings of frustration and work, the occasional pausing panting breaths it all meant she had finally won something worth hiding away in a hole. She has chosen well to hide the corpse in the dark for herself, he didn't help. Her wintry den is only large enough for her to enter, well, her and the dead boy she pulls along with her. His skin will make a perfect blanket for her, something to set her apart in the dark so others may know of the demon they threaten to wake should they come upon her.

Stopping as her sensitive and always alert ears catch the whispers of movements other than her own, Jaidah uses her nose to scent the air, a breeze coming through the tunnels and straight to her face. Catching nothing of a wolfish scent, she continues toward her den, where she will begin the grizzly work of cutting the skin from the flesh. The dark pelt was soft, luscious, silken to the touch and Jaidah would have it. She stares at it for a while, wondering just where to start. Cold white paws are covered in red as she initiates the skinning process, her muzzle covered already, she clips and pulls the skin from muscle. Once she detaches it completely, she lays it over a flat rock for it to dry. Bloody sheets are never good to lay on.

Gurgling from her gut reminds her of her hunger, the reason for butchering the lad to begin with, and she drags the naked body into her lair. Deep within the cloaking darkness she feasts alone, her swollen gut showing why there are so many bones around the entrance of her den. Small rodents, fish, foxes, lynxes, some piles are hardly recognizable; though, once can still identify them as normal prey items. This is the first to fall by her fangs in this land, the first to hold her hunger enough to make her desperate to destroy him. Low rumbles of feminine pleasure roll through the tunnel to her home, satisfaction upon her every note. So what, the air smells of death and decay? She has wolf on the menu and no one to share with.

As she feasts, she remains alert for her ever present shadow, surprised he hadn't been around to help her with the hunt. Where could her lamb be, hm? Would he try and demand she give him what is not his? Would he fight if she forced him? Who would win, she wondered.

dragoness ;; four years ;; 35 inches ;; 150 pounds ;; no one's pride & prejudice