Even when it seems that she has lost all signs of Widow, the girl appears from thin air. Although it does not help that Gehenna can never hear her approach. Even so, her other senses are stronger because of this and she is even developing something akin to an additional sense, one that warns her of the presence of another without hearing them arrive. She likes these things and oft does not find herself wanting to hear all of the senseless banter that goes on about her.

But even when she is trying to avoid her sister she finds that she still enjoys the company. Especially when there is surely to be chaos around. Gehenna feels confident as she stands alert at the hindquarters of the deceased animal with the other two at her back, even as the scent of the big cat grows stronger on the wind. All predators yearn to kill and the deathly grasp of winter only compels them more so. The warning that Starshade gives is lost to deaf ears although the girl already knows that there is sure to be trouble. She is ever watchful and always seeing before others are capable – it is a gift that comes with what has been taken from her.

Teal and obsidian eyes do not spy anything of danger in this moment as her hackles are still spiked and she turns to see her sibling inspecting the now aerating carcass. Perhaps if Starshade had not granted Widow the pleasure of tasting this meal then the cat would have never showed itself – but that was never a guarantee – perhaps it just caused it to act more hastily instead. Gehenna turns back to the snowy expanse just outside of Asteraia and immediately her eyes catch upon a tawny figure that slinks silently closer, ensuring that it is kept close to the brush that dots the plains.

It is being cautious although still bold in its action as it slowly approaches the trio. Gehenna is but a child but her ferocity and willpower is only doubled in comparison to her size. Her chest rumbles deeply as her hackles flare up again and her eyes stare intently toward the puma. Hopefully Widow is not so enraptured with the smell of meat that she does not notice the encroaching threat. The cat does not charge toward them but instead bides its time, knowing that Gehenna’s eyes are upon it, as it continues to creep around them. It is clever, waiting it out until it finds a weakness in the small semi-circle that makes up their group. And surely the scents of other wolves upon the border keeps it further at bay although for how long is not known.

The girl will not back down even if it means her life will be claimed. She is fiercely defensive of what is her own and she will spill her last drop of blood protecting it. Here kitty kitty.