She had found that she liked the closeness of the trees in the forest; especially after being stuck in the desolation of the tundra for three years. Even in daylight the shadows clung to her dark, empyrean figure and the low-lying branches grasped at her hungrily. She understood the feeling. Her previous meal had been the day before, when she had met the other, but it wasn’t hearty enough to last her much longer. It seemed that these days were not much different from the previous - always on the hunt, never a day for rest.

In the arctic she preferred to move at night when the darkness seemed to comfort her, but here she did not mind being active during the day because of the canopy above her. Pink pads touched lightly upon the dampened earth as she jogged briskly through the myriad of trees. Shades of green and brown whirl by her dancing figure as she passes through the mottled sunlight on the forest floor. The sound of light rain hitting the large, spring leaves is all that plays in the background; no birds are singing at this current hour.

Her track is aimless, her mind void of any one true thought other than primal instinct in this moment. She seeks anything with a source of blood, be it alive or already dead. But the woodland is pristine in its condition, no stench of decay on the wind or scent of another animal near enough to her. Quietly, she presses onward in pursuit of fulfillment toward the eastern side, with no knowledge that a large territory stands very close by.