She stalked through the night, moving like a ghost over the snow, the only evidence that she had passed through these fields being the tracks that she left behind. The feline was a powerhouse of agility and finesse, and the scent of wolf was hot in her nose and tantalizing on her tongue. They inhabited these lands like a scourge, and her primal duty was to destroy them. So that she might eat, and continue to reign high upon her throne, Queen of the night. The thought of dinner could have made her purr, but instead, she followed the scents as quiet as the moonlight that drew her out of hiding.
The cougar settled down into the snow, watching as the greyish male sniffed at the ground, but the tracks were not hers. She could smell their unease, and she had to stop herself from charging forward and ending the wolf's life all at once. There was another male approaching, this time with a coat of white, and her slitted eyes focused on him as he approached the other. They exchanged words in their strange language, one that she did not understand, and it was infuriating. Wolves were too smart for their own good and they had disrupted the natural order of things, and despite the fact that her stomach rumbled with her scent, their language was enough to infuriate them. Though they were wary already, she still held the element of surprise.
Thick, pink tongue swirled around her fangs and across her lips as she began to creep towards them. The snow underneath her erupted in a flurry of white as she dashed towards the pair, letting out a savage yowl as she lept towards the smaller, grey male. Her claws were outstretched and her mouth agape as she aimed to bite hard on his neck and grip his body with her razor-sharp claws. If she could kill him, she could feast tonight- escaping from his larger friend with his body wouldn't be an issue.
ATTACKS MADE: Trying to get hold of Ame by his neck, trying to grip onto him with her claws. |