Golden sunlight pours in from above the trees as the afternoon bleeds into early evening. Her monochromatic coat is illuminated with warmth as she dodges in and out of the patches of light in pursuit of a scent. It is familiar to her, being that most young carry the same basal odor of innocence with them. Pure and untainted - not yet scarred by the hardships of the world.

Easy to track and nearly as easy to catch; the trick being to wait for the mother to leave for a hunt. The only time an issue arises is if there is a mate lingering behind. The funny thing about Moladion is that there is an unprecedented amount of single mothers making dens in the free lands. Perhaps it has something to do with the turmoils of imprinting and general relationships stemming from it. Myrria does not question it even once and takes it for what it is; an easy meal.

Deep pink eyes glimmer with hunger as she drives through grass and brush back down the hill and toward a thicker part of the forest where the smell was emanating from. Until a commanding, feminine voice halts her in her tracks, her head ducking as if she were a pup being caught doing something bad. Her ears fell back in a defensive mannerism as she craned her neck to look behind her at the stranger who disrupts her hunt. She was far larger than Myrria by most accounts and yet she approaches in a non-threatening way, thus putting the smaller female more at ease.

Myrria pivots the rest of her lithe body around to address the stranger as she questions what Myrria was chasing after. A short silence fills up the space between them as her ears flick back for a moment before she answers. ”Just hunting. I can do fine on my own,” she replies rather bluntly, her one good eye staring into the masked face of the other as her muscles remained tense in her stance. ”...Thanks,” she adds with a forced half-smile, trying not to offend the girl. Her ear twitches at the sound of distant rustling from a larger creature, probably the parent of the small beasts that wriggle about in the underground den. Her pursuit will have to wait for now; there’s no way in hell that this girl was going to know what she was after, much less help.