Enya had dealt with some setbacks with the absence if the black and blood coated man but she had made some interesting discoveries as well. She knew hunting but her thirst was now something different. She loved the idea of ripping into one of her own; hunting simply because she could. Perhaps it wasn’t the ideal way of working but it didn’t matter she wanted to hear them beg. She wasn’t a creature without mercy. Those she saw fit could live but others they are mere toys and pawns. She left her family out of the equation she would not see their blood stain her pelt without absolute necessity. 

It was in these moments of her minds ramblings she could overlook things of less importance but with a scent in the air belonging to someone new brought about a curiosity; she assuredly got from her mother. Enya peered about in away sharp eyes out on the hunt for entertainment now. Long strides carried her swiftly following the scent to its origins with the ease of finding that of any other prey she would chose to consume. 

The little white male had another take his company forcing her to move from her target. Enya found her way from the valley and into the forest. She moved swiftly and gracefully through the trees grown dreary from fall. Powerful white limbs carrying her forwards cautious eyes and weary ears listening in for any slight movement behind her. She wasn't going to take any chances she had already let one creature go to waste this day she wasn’t in the mood for surprises.

Blue eyes danced across the nooks and crevices made by fallen limbs and brush. She made a place her own between two trees under a broken long. She just needed to nap her frustration away. She laid comfortably with her head on her paws listening for the sounds of another only to hear the birds chirping and the bugs singing. Enya allowed her body to relax and fall into a state of complete peacefulness.

Perhaps the male was gone for good but the chills of winter was something she learned to face alone. Her mind danced in the thought of a chase staining the oncoming white wonderland with red. It was such a simple desire that was enough to spark a joy within her resting form little could disturb such a lovely fantasy. For now only small chills are enough to occasionally prickle through her thick coat but never enough to bring her out of a like dream state.