The dark fem had lingered outside of her home for too long, not the fact she disliked being in Asteraia, but the fact she had business to attend to. Even so, the dark woman’s paws began to urge her back to the plains. Her nose flared slightly as the wind carried the scent of another wolf to her. There wasn’t much by way of cover but the spring grass was thick and tall. A hunting ground she was so very accustomed to, however, she still lacked a glimpse of her target. Keeping her paw-steps as quiet as she could the woman followed the breeze to her quarry. A few yards before her stood a cream-colored female with black flecks on her ears. Her build seemed every bit of average and her concentration seemed to be on something in the grass, perhaps even a meal of her own.

Menkhets body lowered and she quieted her breath, she took great pride in all she was taught so she aimed not to make any misstep. Opalescent eyes glimmered as she took the woman’s form in. To make a clean strike she would have to get the girl to turn to her. Mustering a soft and frightened voice she called out to the fem. “Mom?!” Her voice was shaken and fearful. The cream woman looked as though she was about to speak as she swiftly turned her head with peering eyes, leaving her throat open as a target.

In that spur of the moment, her taut muscles launched her forward finding purchase in the woman’s throat and the feeling of the stranger reeling back. For the sense of panic, Menkhet was certain the woman felt her breathing didn’t seem to accelerate as the cream wolf's claws raked at her shoulders. Menkhet’s eyes glittered with joy, much like Cuirass had mentioned a fight was exciting sometimes. Clenching her jaws tighter the dark fem shook her head savagely and blood began to fill her maw she almost didn’t feel the sting on her shoulder. Almost. Her ears laid back like it was an insult to her. Her more muscular form had a distinct advantage over the lighter wolf. Her strong neck muscles shook all the more defiantly, tightening her jaws at every opportunity. Though the struggle was only moments the cream woman began to slow in reaction.

A claw still batted defiantly in the same wound the cream woman created the pain though not a deep wound still coerced a reactionary snarl from Menkhet. The woman, however, was spent coughing somewhat aggressively as her limbs folded, Menkhet being the main force holding her head up. It only took a few seconds longer until the cream woman carried no more life in her body. Dropping the woman’s neck Menkhet’s tongue lapped her maw. Her muscle twitched where the woman dug into her right shoulder. Looking it over it didn’t seem deep nor could she find damage when she rolled her shoulder, but damn it if it did not sting.

Her gaze covered the horizon being cautious if only enough to be prepared for another right. Once satisfied the fem ripped into the delicate abdomen of her prey. Her maw was quickly buried into her bountiful feast, going after the best choices first however, her attention never wavered too far from her surroundings. A snarl lingering in the back of her throat to the sound of any movement of one that might find themselves too close.