Oh, she had been a bad little slut. Well rather she was still at it as her back arches in delicate delight as she shivers from pleasure not brought on by the cold. Her dainty paws stretch out to leave broken trails within the snow, her black nails winking in and out of the pure driven sheet. She could not tell if she was moaning or growling, the two sounds intermixing in a lascivious way before fading to silence. Dipping her head again she rips the last piece of meat from the bone, the wet smack giving her goosebumps on her already sensitive skin. Slowly she chews, savoring the deep flavor and allowing the blood to swirl within her mouth. The wolf had been a scrawny one, leaving her even hungrier than before she ate if that was even possible. He had been particularly easy to take down, so taken was he with her pheromones that he did not notice the danger until he was too late. Winter was so very much her favorite season as it was the easiest to hunt in. Males were…distractible.

Finally, ruefully, she swallows the last morsel before setting to cleaning herself. She would have to hunt again if she sought to sleep without the aches of hunger that night. She was no fool, she knew no wolf would entertain her if she reeked of death and blood. No matter how much she adored the scent. Making quick work of it she exits the cave she had holed up in a day prior. An unexpected ice storm chasing her deeper into the grotto after a few days of unsuccessful hunting. It seemed that prey had moved on which in turn caused the wolves to follow.

Gracefully she navigates the caves, soon finding herself in a little forest outcropping. She reasons that she must be in the little area between the sea pack and the grotto. Not that it mattered any, just merely an observation as she silences her steps going forward. She fully intends to be the one sneaking, not the one being surprised. Yet, she does not travel far when the panicked bleat of a deerling reaches her ears. Pace quickens as she navigates closer, careful to keep herself low as she comes upon the murder scene. Eyes of pink lemonade narrow in on the brindled monster as he towers over the deerling. Her heart begins to race as she watches him pin it, drinking in how his paw presses its head down into the earth as the beast lowers his massive jaws to the creature’s jugular. She shivers, desperately chasing the perverse pleasure of the kill from her vantage point as a voyeur. Yet the hellion cheats her by ending all too quickly. Stupid one minute men.

The monster begins to delve into his kill, effectively losing the vixen’s interest. She takes the time to remove the few specks of grime that dare attach themselves to her. The wet sounds of the meal her background music, yet only a few moments are given before she speaks. Unable to take it any longer. ”Has none ever taught you how to eat? Every meal is best savoured, especially during this time of year.” With little regard for her own safety she saunters closer so that she can get a better look at the brute. ”Who are you?” She tosses the question out flippantly as she draws closer. She is but a fox length away when she begins to slow down slightly but not completely. She knows she is taunting him by being so close to his meal yet she could not stop the challenge from manifesting within her gaze. Come now, show me your teeth.