Andraste needed a challenge. The excitement in her life had dulled to nothing but never-ending ennui. At least in her old pack she had a duty and a fucking horde to lead; what could be more exciting than that? She had thought that coming back here would be. She was terribly wrong. But… she doesn’t blame the universe for her eternal boredom, only herself. If she wanted to stir things up a bit she would have to get off her lazy ass and go for it. Ah, but the sunlight was so nice today, especially for a good nap.

With a grumble she heaved herself onto her paws and shook herself off, sending a copious amount of debris into the once still air. Now… where and who should she grace with her presence today?

Enchanting black and ice blue eyes scour the area for a reason to move and her black ears twitch readily at every little sound. A dark wolf darts through the grasses and trees by the river, his body crouching down as if following someone. And then sounds the cry of the big cat just beyond black wolf as a bleeding doe sends it whirling with a swift kick. Oh, how delightful. Now she gets the pick of all three of them!

With a dainty smirk, the warrioress is off toward the scuffle, her lush fur bouncing with each graceful step as she descends upon them. Really, it’s like she a goddamn angel or something. Oh… right. As she draws closer to the lot of them her beguiling eyes focus on the black wolf -- noting the strong presence of another female with his scent -- and then shift to the tantalizing choice of prizes that lay before them. ”I say we go for the predator. The taste is far sweeter when you’ve killed something that could just as easily kill you,” she speaks in a quiet, honeyed voice as she crouches beside him.

Her eyes remain on the big cat but she keeps note of black wolf in her peripherals. ”Well, I’m not waiting all day…” she says again. Before she even waits for him to respond her well-muscled legs are springing her lithe figure out of her stooped position and through the underbrush. Her paws land and propel her further, faster toward the aged cat with a wicked grin on her bloody-colored maw. It remains disoriented from the doe’s kick as Andraste lunges in to grasp at its neck, wary of the long claws it boasts on its hefty paws. She yanks back before releasing, dodging a swipe, and hoping that some damage was done before she had to move out of range.