It had been few weeks now since she had last seen the woman and few and far between ever roamed into her little patch of the swamp. Pack or not she was a seclusive creature, she enjoyed finding participants for her games but being stuck with mundane tasks proved little fun for her. In all honestly she was stunned it took so long for the Mistress to want something out of her and although she had yet to speak to the woman officially other than the occasional head count she didn’t to much see her or anyone in the pack. All in due time she supposed but still it was almost a disappointing she never had the chance to play any games with the Mistress, certainly she had to have some fun in her bones and Maeve would be certain to pry it out of her.

Thunder cracked off in the distance but she could tell it would be over the mores with in a short amount of time. She laid curled in the deep den she made for herself, it kept her rather dry despite the soft and mushy earth that was all around the moors. Her stomach grumbled in complaint but the storm was growing closer. Most would see hunting in such conditions foolish but it only heightened her energy. The thunder cracked once more the darken sky alight with sharp flashes. The earth even trembled beneath her paws as the rain seemed to rip apart from the clouds easily drawing her out. The time was right to go explore.

Maeve’s fur stood on end the electricity almost coursing through her veins as her dancers body easily moved over the slippery landscape it was almost as if she where born in this swamp. Grey and gold flecked eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as she made her way looking for anything that moved that would make a delightful meal and between the snaps and rumbles of thunder she hears her name. It was unmistakable and she almost purred in delight who could possibly want her in this weather? Surely no one out at this time would be a disappointment to her.

Her strides were quick and graceful. Never sliding or slipping as she made her way to the one who called her. White pearls flashed brighter as lightning lit the sky around her. She slowed to a walk still knowing she had to be close she made her way as quietly as she could to the one who called her. She had a general idea of the location of the presence managing to glimpse it she figured out a way to kick off her game. Maeve giggled lightly “You called?” escaped her maw as she launched herself forward towards her target aiming to pin them down, investigate them, and feel them she was all to excited to play in this amazing weather.